Luyện nghe bài hát Tall Tales Telltales

Now and again you'll the sound
Of the sails helpless
The cables wrapping one another into so strong
You're lost at once if not tossed into the drink and lost
A substance, so dark yet

Four winds converge a point where your compass
round in useless motions mocking everything
While bilge
cupped hands attempt to shovel out the last few inches
And you plead with the gods but send you no sign

Hold on sailor, on brother
Steady, the
Tall of ghosts at sail
spend the afterlife

In futile calculation, dead
Telltales confuse the sails, direction is
The winds will spiral round a listless
And you're left all alone under the shine of the

on sailor, tighten the cables
Steady, the
It's a good life if you weaken
on, hold on