Luyện nghe bài hát The Birds Of St. Marks

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

she walks among her dying midnight roses
Watches as moment goes that never really know us
And so it seems she care
If she has of no one there
Within the of her room

But all my frozen words agree, and say it's to
Call back, all the birds I to
Fly her castle walls, and I'm
Weary of the nights seen
Inside these empty

Wooden lady and turn among my weary secrets
And wave within the past and other empty pockets
Maybe we've found what we lost
we've 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
Weary of the I've seen
Inside these walls