Luyện nghe bài hát WINGS

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

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

HOVERED outside a study.
An needed his chin,
in the dust of some cheap magazines.
His academic rust, not burn them up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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