Luyện nghe bài hát Winged/wicked Things

Well, I say it's smoke
So you say it's the hair of
So I say it's the hair of Poseidon
Ebbing in the tide in dead sea

So you say some Shroud of Turin
And the sun it white and the earth wore it thin
Or the sun wore it and his faith wore it thin

Unraveling
It's saddled to birds
Or such winged things
Either way they are

Either way they are
And either way they're
But way they're confused
As hell would have

And the pattern of is chaotic and blind
But it's right 'cause chaos is yours and it's
And chaos is luck and love and love blind

The pattern of flight is and blind
But right 'cause chaos is yours and chaos is mine, mine, mine, mine
And chaos is love and they say love is

But they're subject to us
It's just the rest of us
Oh, we're like the rest of us
They need, they needed the rest of us to alive

So not where confusion lies
That's not where to the fact that
The truth is just smoke in eyes does lie
lies in which other wicked things do lie with

Confusion in which other wicked things do lie with
And chaos is yours and is mine
And chaos is love and they say is blind

So I say, oh, I see now it's just
So I say, oh, I see now it's just
Oh, I say, oh, I see now just smoke
Oh, I say, oh, I see now it's just