Luyện nghe bài hát Talking Island

She is the of the islands
She is the coffee in the
She is the of the vineyard
She is the river where it
the canyon
She is the ocean where it
She is the on the water
She is the roaring in the
That says I you
Though I am ancient and blind
I am a simple act of
In a that is unkind
And
Like the storm that the stones
And at night the shadows
the bleaching of the bones
And the morrow
And leaves staring from the ground
And the feeling the feeling you're hollow
Is the trumpet before it sounds
O you Islands....
Copyright 1995, Hugh Blumenfeld / Jukebox Music