Luyện nghe bài hát The Shining Hour

Are we on the phone
the Lady Anna Clarke?
And her trumpet
Whose ghost for pay

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 hour
Based on all mad beliefs
In the oil and angel powder
In the new age