Luyện nghe bài hát WINGS

Day by day.
The moon on me.
Day by day.
The gains on me.

Purchased of flabby wings.
I to doing some HOVERING.
is a list of incorrect things.

HOVERED mid-air a study.
An needed his chin,
sent in the dust of cheap magazines.
His academic rust, could not burn up.

some gremlins.
To get me clear of the routes.
I paid them off stuffing from my wings.
had some fun with those cheapo airline snobs.

The loss made me hit a timelock.
I up in the eighteen sixties.
I've been there for one hundred and twenty years.
A small of the past. Can turn time into space.

Ended up under Bridge.
With some veterans from the U.S. War.
were under Irish patronage.
We shot dead a sergeant,
but I got hit in the crossfire.
The lucky hit me hit a time lock.

But, I got back.
The place I made the purchase, no longer
I'd erased it the bridge.

Day by day.
The came towards me
By things.
The came towards me.

So now I in ditches.
And hide from nosey kids.
The rot and feather under me.
The wings rot and curl right me.
A alteration of the past.
Can time into space.
Small touches can alter more than a decade.

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