Luyện nghe bài hát WINGS

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

pair of flabby wings.
I took to doing HOVERING.
is a list of incorrect things.

HOVERED outside a study.
An academic 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 them off with stuffing from my wings.
They had fun with those cheapo airline snobs.

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

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

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

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

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

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