Luyện nghe bài hát The Shining Hour

Are we on the phone
the Lady Anna Clarke?
And her solo
Whose sings for pay

In the blue billiard of the Monterey
For room and for
And the back key is a
19th Century civil war

Once owned by John
Who misplaced his
When he caught his leather
And this be the shining hour
Based on all mad belief
In the money oil and angel

In the new age
a hole in the wall
Behind the of Al Capone
He's a sittin' down at hall

The police peek through here
And they watch you get
In the two-way
But it's all in good

And if you your eyes
You can't help,
But to hear 'em
And this could be the hour
Based on all mad belief
In the money oil and powder

In the new age
I a toast
To the memory of the
Who carried Tut

And his gold the sun
He collapsed summer
the heat stroke
Somewhere in the East

Oh it me to think
I'm no longer living
Just for excuses to drink
So lift up glass and you Ouija board

'Cause I'm fading,
Fading
And this could be the shining
Based on all those mad
In the money oil and powder
In the new age