Luyện nghe bài hát The Queen Of Ur And The King Of Um

Painted statues in underground
With invitations to the dream
They stare at themselves, there's a to be seen
Walking mirrors in the Pharoah's
And here come
The of Ur
And the of Um
Tainted Matthews in relations
invitations to the blue queen's ball
They stare at themselves, there's a need to be
Talking pillars in the blue hall
Fading tatoos of empty
Great expectations at Vince's mince
They stare at other, there's a need to be seen
Crack-head mirrors, licking the soiled
statues from terminal stations
Sifting invitations to the floor
Steering into the future, it to be seen
Polishing mirrors, the score
A babbling gaggle, a rabble
Fighting to the emporor's shilling
They through themselves, there's nothing to see
Hand-picked recruits for pursuit