Luyện nghe bài hát The Ghost Song

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

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

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

Enter the sweet forest
Enter the hot
Come us
Everything is broken up and

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

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

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

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

We need great copulations,
When true kings
Are to roam free,
A thousand musicians arise from the
are the feast we are promised?

One more

you oh lord
For the white blind
you oh lord
For the white blind

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