Luyện nghe bài hát Turn the Bells

The market-place has to sell
Left it's awnings shiver
whistles through the wood
Fish snapping in a river

Peaks the sky
a child's icy toes
Dipped in a
a few of us know

And the just a ripple
A from the impact

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

Oil by the bucket
Flares to the
Offerings of
Small bills and

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

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

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

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

Beads crunch like
Through fingers and
Poor hams cheap quartz
In the quarries and

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

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

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

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

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

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

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