Luyện nghe bài hát BEING A MOCKINGBIRD

And the it rests like a hammer blow
And breaks the morning it
The mad men are on the crypt floor
Sleeping through favours and sins
And I myself to be hardened
And greet the like the day
And I soared to greet lusty
And I drenched in the dusk where they lay

And though I the dark for the darkness
And I hung the belt from the
So the traitors may part their malice
But remember everything

And I up myself to the heckles
And I planted the leaf from the
And I I love my romances
The blackbird, the wren, the

The house won't harbour the coffins
But the docks they whittle their
And To the pleasure the
And the memory and of kissing her lips

And I gave to the dawning
Of the morning in first flight
When I'm sure I ran the road of the
I lost it all in the