Luyện nghe bài hát The Birds Of St. Marks

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

Silently she walks her dying midnight roses
Watches as each moment goes that really know us
And so it she doesn't care
If she has dreams of no one
Within the of her room

But all my frozen words agree, and say time to
Call back, all the birds I to
Fly behind her walls, and I'm
Weary of the I've seen
these empty halls

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

All my frozen words agree and say time to
Call back all the I sent to
Fly her castle walls, and I'm
Weary of the nights I've
Inside empty walls