Luyện nghe bài hát Turn the Bells

The market-place has nothing to
Left alone it's awnings
Wind whistles through the
teeth snapping in a river

Peaks the sky
Like a child's icy
Dipped in a
That a few of us

And the cloud a ripple
A from the impact

Shadows on the
like veils at morning
Ice blots in the cracks
tears must have fallen

Oil by the feeds
to the heavens
Offerings of
Small and lemons

Drumbeats in the
And in the huts
unveiled
For the first time in

You some best friends
We'll hold each
And I'll turn the
turn the bells

You find some best
We'll hold each
And I'll the bells
turn the bells

The clouds pass
And for sale
The chattering of
And of sunset

Beads crunch like
Through fingers and
hams pick cheap quartz
In the and cliff-edge

A of sandalwood trees
clotted blood colored bark
Candle-lit
smiles in the dark

The biker gang
On the of the lake
The smoke like white
A white-eyed

spirits in the water
Like in a box
They're by the current
And by the rocks

You some best friends
We'll hold other
And turn the bells
I'll the bells

You find some friends
We'll hold each
And I'll turn the
turn the bells

You find some friends
We'll hold other
And I'll the bells
turn the bells

You some best friends
We'll each other
And I'll the bells
I'll turn the