Luyện nghe bài hát Talking Island

She is the sugar of the
She is the in the hills
She is the harvest of the
She is the river where it
Into the
She is the ocean where it
She is the on the water
She is the in the shells
says I know you
Though I am ancient and blind
I am a simple act of
In a that is unkind
And
Like the storm grinds the stones
And at night among the
Conducts the bleaching of the
And sucks the
And leaves staring from the ground
And the the feeling that you're hollow
Is the trumpet before it sounds
O you Islands....
Copyright 1995, Hugh Blumenfeld / Hydrogen Jukebox