Luyện nghe bài hát The Birds Of St. Marks

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

Silently she walks among her midnight roses
Watches as each goes that never really know us
And so it seems she care
If she has dreams of no one
Within the shadows of her

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

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

All my frozen agree and say it's time to
Call all the birds I sent to
Fly behind her walls, and I'm
of the nights I've seen
Inside these walls