Luyện nghe bài hát The Angler

(Brooker)

The search is over, the battle
The fish is beaten, the won
But stories make longer tales
No if he had failed

Through wind and desert, Hole
Coyote and had made him old
No it easy, it's on the borderline
Between health and madness, the way he his time

Fin to fin in every
This is they lie
The Deschutes is hot, the black
They're
My oh my fun to be on your own

Down foaming into the deep black hole
Through thorns and rockslides for to reach his
And golden chances, he let them slip
Or was he waiting for the Day?

They nailed 'em on the deadline
is where they lie
Where the water's fast, the current's strong, their
My oh my fun to be on your own

But on the thirteenth morning when the sun was
he tricked that and saw the line go tight
Two spirits fighting, two bold
Bad luck and trouble had lost their hold

Fin to fin in every
This is where lie
The Deschutes is hot, the bottom's
They're
I see why he his time on his own