Luyện nghe bài hát The Crossing

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

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

Stand in the wind as the spin
Wear out your again
on the silence of mountains and
Wear out your welcome

Mornings hit hard an uncontrollable light
Piercing the that click deep in the night
in a pillow of straw feet on the floor
Creeping a to the mat that holds back the door

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

Build up great railways that run through the horns of the
Hold up a city with iron museum walls
Explain your machines to the boys, feed them with
Bring out the skill in your skin, polish your

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

Stand in the wind as the carousels
Wear out welcome again
on the silence of mountains
And a look down to the sea

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