Luyện nghe bài hát Turn the Bells

The has nothing to sell
Left alone it's shiver
Wind whistles through the
Fish teeth snapping in a

puncture the sky
Like a child's icy
Dipped in a
a few of us know

And the just a ripple
A shock the impact

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

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

Drumbeats in the
And heartbeats in the
Protectors
For the first in months

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

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

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

Beads like bones
fingers and knuckles
Poor hams cheap quartz
In the and cliff-edge

A group of trees
With clotted colored bark
teeth
Half-moon in the dark

The biker smoking
On the edge of the
The smoke white horses
A white-eyed

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

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

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

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

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