Luyện nghe bài hát Suit On A Frame

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

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

The past is a dark country that calls
That you whisper regret 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
Signals the with a wave of her hand
To a town disappeared and a boy
That he wades reeds with her every prayer

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

My every