Luyện nghe bài hát The Ink in The Well

The lights of the ashes smoulder through hills and
Nostalgia burns in the hearts of the
is painting the ships in the harbour the wind and sails
These are with a genius for living

The rope is cut, the rabbit is
(Fire at in this open season)
The blood of a poet, the ink in the
(It's all written down in age of reason)

The animals run through fields of fire
The shown on the face of the homeless
Picasso is painting the flames from the houses the sudden
These are years a genius for living

The rope has been cut, the is loose
(Fire at in this open season)
The of a poet, the ink in the well
(It's all written in this age of reason)

at will, fire at will, fire at will