Luyện nghe bài hát Talking Island

She is the sugar of the
She is the in the hills
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
Though I am ancient deaf and
I am a simple act of
In a world is unkind
And
Like the that grinds the stones
And at night among the
the bleaching of the bones
And sucks the
And leaves them staring the ground
And the feeling the feeling you're hollow
Is just the before it sounds
O you Islands....
Copyright 1995, Hugh / Hydrogen Jukebox Music