Luyện nghe bài hát Suit On A Frame

There's a suit on my like a shadow of birds
Stitched all together by a of words
That like 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 only such hour can sing
It off the tongue in the trees going bare
That lean in to hear your every

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

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

Now a cut on my cheek 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 live in the word of my every

My every