Luyện nghe bài hát The Ghost Song

Shake from your hair
My pretty child, my one
Choose the day, the sign of your day
The divinity
thing you see

A vast radiant in a cool jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by its side
And we like soft, mad children
Smug in the cotton brains of infancy
The and voices are all around us

Choose croon the ancient ones
The has come again
Choose now, they
Beneath the
an ancient lake

Enter again the forest
Enter the hot
with us
Everything is up and dances

scattered,
On highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the childs,
Fragile eggshell

We assembled inside,
This ancient and theater
To our lust for our life,
And flee the swarming of the streets.

The have stormed
The kept,
And only one of all the
To and save us
From the divine of words,
inflames temperament.

Ooh great creator of
Grant us one hour,
To our art
And our lives.

We need golden copulations,
true kings murders
Are allowed to free,
A thousand musicians arise the land
Where are the feast we are

One thing

you oh lord
For the white light
Thank you oh
For the blind light

A city rises the sea
I had a headache
From witch the is maid