Luyện nghe bài hát When Poets Dreamed of Angels

She rises early from bed, to the mirror
The bruises inflicted in moments of
He kneels beside her more, whispers a promise
"Next time, I'll break every in your body"

And the well-wishers let the in
If the ran dry, they'd deny it happening

As the card deal their hands
From the bottom of the
Row upon row of feudal houses blown
Medicine for the popular

When the dreamed of angels, what did they see?
History lined up in a flash at their
When the poets of angels, what did they see?
The bishops and knights well placed to