Luyện nghe bài hát The Birds Of St. Marks

Oh how sound the songs the queen must sing of dying
A prisoner upon her of melancholy sighing
If she could see her now
She be free of those who bow and
the ground before her feet

Silently she walks among her dying midnight
Watches as each moment that never really know us
And so it she doesn't care
If she has dreams of no one
the shadows of her room

But all my words agree, and say it's time to
Call back, all the birds I to
Fly behind her walls, and I'm
Weary of the nights I've
Inside these halls

Wooden lady turn and turn among my secrets
And wave within the hours and other empty pockets
we've found what we have lost
When we've unwound so crossed entangling
but

All my frozen words and say it's time to
Call all the birds I sent to
Fly her castle walls, and I'm
Weary of the nights seen
Inside empty walls