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
the canyon
She is the ocean where it
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 that is
And
Like the that grinds the stones
And at among the shadows
the bleaching of the bones
And sucks the
And leaves them staring from the
And the feeling the feeling that you're
Is the trumpet before it sounds
O you Islands....
Copyright 1995, Hugh Blumenfeld / Hydrogen Jukebox