Luyện nghe bài hát The Crossing

Maps on the back of hands point to the cross
Scratches on walls in a room draw out loss
Your islands are and you are returned to the throne
Martyrs take penance and fill up the mattress stones

Pull straws with men
Stain all the atlas
And let us find a
Where we can our hearts

Stand in the as the carousels spin
out your welcome again
Stand on the silence of and
out your welcome again

Mornings hit hard with an uncontrollable
the senses that click deep in the night
Crouched in a pillow of straw feet on the
Creeping a path to the mat that holds the door

Pull straws holy men
Stain all the pink
And let us a beach
Where we can cross our

Build up great that run through the horns of the moon
Hold up a city with cast iron walls
Explain your to the boys, feed them with tools
Bring out the in your skin, polish your hair

straws with holy men
Stain all the pink
And let us a beach
Where we can our hearts

Stand in the wind as the carousels
Wear out your again
Stand on the silence of
And take a look to the sea

Stand in the wind as the spin
Wear out your again
Stand on the silence of
And take a down to the sea