Luyện nghe bài hát Talking Island

She is the sugar of the
She is the coffee in the
She is the of the vineyard
She is the river where it
Into the
She is the where it swells
She is the flashing on the
She is the roaring in the
That I know you
I am ancient deaf and blind
I am a simple act of
In a world is unkind
And
Like the storm grinds the stones
And at night among the
Conducts the bleaching of the
And the morrow
And them staring from the ground
And the feeling the feeling that hollow
Is just the before it sounds
O you Islands....
Copyright 1995, Hugh / Hydrogen Jukebox Music