Luyện nghe bài hát The Shining Hour

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

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

Once by John Booth
Who misplaced his
he caught his leather boot
And this be the shining hour
Based on all this mad
In the oil and angel powder

In the new age
There's a in the wall
Behind the photograph of Al
a sittin' down at city hall

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

And if you your eyes
You help, help
But to hear 'em
And this be the shining hour
Based on all this mad
In the money oil and angel

In the new age
I propose a
To the of the horse
Who King Tut

And his into the sun
He collapsed summer
From the heat
in the East Village

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

I'm fading, fading
Fading
And could be the shining hour
on all those mad beliefs
In the oil and angel powder
In the new age