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 radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon
naked race down by its quiet side
And we like soft, mad children
Smug in the woolly cotton of infancy
The music and voices are all us

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

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

scattered,
On dawns highway
Ghosts the young childs,
Fragile mind

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

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

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

We great golden copulations,
When true murders
Are to roam free,
A thousand arise from the land
Where are the we are promised?

One thing

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

A city from the sea
I had a headache
From witch the feature is