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 door key is a
19th Century war sword

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

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

The they peek through here
And they watch you get
In the two-way
But all in good spirits

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

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

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

Oh it kills me to
That I'm no living
looking for excuses to drink
So lift up your and you Ouija board

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