Luyện nghe bài hát WINGS

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

Purchased pair of wings.
I took to some HOVERING.
Here is a 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 clear of the routes.
I paid off with stuffing from my wings.
They had some fun those cheapo airline snobs.

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

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

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

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

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

X 17.