Luyện nghe bài hát The Ghost Song

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

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

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

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

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

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

The barns have
The kept,
And one of all the rest
To dance and us
From the divine of words,
Music temperament.

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

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

One more

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

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