Luyện nghe bài hát The Ink in The Well

The lights of the ashes smoulder through and vales
Nostalgia burns in the hearts of the
Picasso is painting the in the harbour the wind and sails
These are years with a genius for

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

The run through harvested fields of fire
The shown on the face of the homeless
Picasso is painting the flames from the houses the rain
These are years with a genius for

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

Fire at will, fire at will, at will