Luyện nghe bài hát The Ghost Song

Shake dreams your hair
My child, my sweet one
Choose the day, choose the sign of day
The days
thing you see

A vast radiant beach in a jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by its quiet
And we like soft, mad children
Smug in the woolly cotton brains of
The music and are all around us

Choose croon the ancient ones
The time has come
Choose now, they
the moon
Beside an ancient

Enter again the forest
the hot dream
Come us
Everything is broken up and

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

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

The barns stormed
The kept,
And only one of all the
To and save us
the divine mockery of words,
Music temperament.

Ooh great of being
us one more hour,
To our art
And our lives.

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

One thing

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

A rises from the sea
I had a headache
From the feature is maid