Luyện nghe bài hát The Angler

(Brooker)

The is over, the battle done
The is beaten, the angler's won
But simple stories make tales
No consolation if he had

Through wind and desert, Hole
Coyote and rattler had him old
No it ain't easy, on the borderline
Between health and madness, the way he bides his

Fin to fin in every
is where they lie
The Deschutes is hot, the bottom's
They're
My oh my what fun to be on own

Down foaming rapids the deep black hole
Through thorns and rockslides for to his goal
And golden chances, he let them slip
Or was he waiting for the Judgement

They really '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 fighting, two creatures bold
Bad and trouble had finally lost their hold

Fin to fin in log-jam
This is where lie
The Deschutes is hot, the black
eye-to-eye
I see why he his time on his own