Luyện nghe bài hát The Prisoner

Well, they clear the for bicycles
before the
road and old canal
And Frysk gives the doves
communion the hawks
wing of the White Owl
Not cat has got to wear a bell
Following the
where the new snow
I know about the core
nothing much can dwell

So, the bones we
in the yard season
Cheerful, remain
And the lonely, all so
and armed with
to complain
I was the one who read the map of
The Little from the handlebars
But the one who saw the bridge
and that it was ours

And now the in the street
is gray
All the birds at our feet have away
complicity and heat on holiday
But jaws of defeat at
Asking the prisoner to

And why do they insist
When manacles on your
remind you what you've missed?
And all the snow is gray
All of the birds have flown
But I'm gonna