Luyện nghe bài hát Turn the Bells

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

puncture the sky
Like a icy toes
Dipped in a
a few of us know

And the cloud a ripple
A from the impact

Shadows on the
Look like at morning
Ice in the stone cracks
tears must have fallen

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

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

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

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

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

Beads crunch bones
Through and knuckles
Poor hams pick cheap
In the quarries and

A group of trees
With clotted blood colored
teeth
Half-moon smiles in the

The biker gang
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 crushed by the

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

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

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

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