Luyện nghe bài hát Turn the Bells

The market-place has nothing to
Left it's awnings shiver
Wind whistles the wood
Fish teeth snapping in a

puncture the sky
Like a child's icy
in a stream
That a few of us

And the cloud a ripple
A shock the impact

on the streets
Look veils at morning
Ice blots in the stone
Where tears must fallen

Oil by the feeds
Flares to the
of incense
Small and lemons

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

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

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

The storm clouds
And for sale
The chattering of
And bartering of

Beads like bones
Through fingers and
Poor hams pick quartz
In the quarries and

A group of sandalwood
With blood colored bark
Candle-lit
Half-moon in the dark

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

There's in the water
photos in a box
They're by the current
And by the rocks

You find best friends
hold each other
And I'll the bells
I'll the bells

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

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

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