Luyện nghe bài hát WINGS

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

Purchased of flabby wings.
I took to doing HOVERING.
Here is a of incorrect things.

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

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

The loss made me hit a timelock.
I ended up in the sixties.
I've been there for one hundred and five years.
A small alteration of the past. Can turn time 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 made me hit a 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 came me.

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

X 17.