Luyện nghe bài hát Suit On A Frame

There's a on my frame like a shadow of birds
Stitched all together by a murmur of
That like a moon in the thread of the air
And speak with the sound of my every

There's a at the end of the evenings that bring
A fire that only such hour can
It slips off the tongue in the going bare
That lean in to your every prayer

The is a dark foreign country that calls
That you whisper into the cracks of its walls
That rise at the border of and despair
And fall when they've heard our prayer

An old woman stands up in a boat a fan
the shore with a wave of her hand
To a disappeared and a boy unaware
That he into reeds with her every prayer

Now there's a cut on my that I can't leave alone
I reach it to find just how close to the
Does my skin and my blood allow me to
To in the word of my every prayer?

My prayer