Luyện nghe bài hát The Ghost Song

Shake dreams from your
My pretty child, my one
Choose the day, choose the of your day
The days
First you see

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

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

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

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

We assembled inside,
ancient and insane theater
To our lust for our life,
And the swarming wisdom 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
Grant us one hour,
To our art
And our lives.

We need golden copulations,
When true murders
Are allowed to free,
A thousand musicians from the land
Where are the we are promised?

One more

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

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