Luyện nghe bài hát Talking Island

She is the sugar of the
She is the coffee in the
She is the harvest of the
She is the river it spills
the canyon
She is the ocean it swells
She is the on the water
She is the in the shells
That I know you
I am ancient deaf and blind
I am a simple act of
In a world that is
And
Like the storm that grinds the
And at among the shadows
Conducts the bleaching of the
And sucks the
And leaves them from the ground
And the feeling the feeling you're hollow
Is just the trumpet before it
O you Islands....
Copyright 1995, Hugh Blumenfeld / Jukebox Music