Luyện nghe bài hát The Crossing

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

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

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

Mornings hit hard with an uncontrollable
Piercing the senses that click in the night
in a pillow of straw feet on the floor
Creeping a path to the mat that back the door

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

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

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

Stand in the wind as the spin
Wear out your welcome
Stand on the of mountains
And a look down to the sea

Stand in the as the carousels spin
out your welcome again
Stand on the of mountains
And take a look to the sea