Luyện nghe bài hát Swans

The begin to bellow
Bellies of pearls
Screaming down the
Whilst the willows start to

Bow their boughs and
The they are drawn
The and symmetry
for those to move

The procession
Somber and
A pageant on to show
Her majesty's

The is turning darker
It's as black as plumes
Though I answers
a noble magnitude

Nail down the
Pour the in the rooms
The of the grandfathers
settled on high noon

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