Luyện nghe bài hát Suit On A Frame

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

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

The past is a dark country that calls
That you whisper regret into the of its walls
That at the border of love and despair
And fall when they've our every prayer

An old woman stands up in a with a fan
Signals the with a wave of her hand
To a town disappeared and a boy
That he wades into reeds with her prayer

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

My prayer