Luyện nghe bài hát The Birds Of St. Marks

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

Silently she among 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 shadows of her

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
of the nights I've seen
Inside these empty

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

All my frozen words agree and say time to
back all the birds I sent to
Fly behind her walls, and I'm
Weary of the nights seen
Inside these empty