Luyện nghe bài hát The Shining Hour

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

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

Once by John Booth
Who his script
When he his leather boot
And this could be the hour
Based on all this mad
In the money oil and powder

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

The police they peek here
And watch you get dressed
In the mirror
But it's all in spirits

And if you close eyes
You can't help,
But to hear 'em
And this could be the shining
Based on all this mad
In the oil and angel powder

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

And his into the sun
He collapsed last
From the stroke
Somewhere in the Village

Oh it kills me to
I'm no longer living
Just looking for excuses to
So lift up your glass and you board

'Cause I'm fading,
fast
And this could be the shining
on all those mad beliefs
In the money oil and angel
In the new age