Luyện nghe bài hát Whaling Stories

Pailing well sixteen days
A mammoth was set
the town and rob the tower
And the alphabet

Close the and bar the gate
But keep the clean
God's alive inside a
the silver screen

Rum was served to all the
Pygmies themselves in check
Bloodhounds nosed around the
dark alleys sailors crept

Six struck, the pot was boiling
spilled out on passers by
Angels mumbled
Closely watched by god on

Lightning out, fire and brimstone
Boiling oil and shrieking
Darkness with molten fury
glorified the scene

Not a man who had a
Not a man who could be
called
(Not nor number)
Echo stormed its final

Daybreak washed with of gladness
Rotting all it rotted
Windows peeped out on their
Inside bedsides gleam

Shalimar, the trumpets
Angels wholly all take
Those alive will the prophets
Those at shall see their wake