Luyện nghe bài hát BEING A MOCKINGBIRD

And the it rests like a hammer blow
And breaks the it brings
The mad men are down on the crypt
Sleeping through their and sins
And I trained to be hardened
And greet the bird the day
And I to greet lusty gamblings
And I drenched myself in the dusk where lay

And though I exchanged the dark for the
And I hung the from the wing
So the traitors may part their malice
But I'll everything

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

The church house harbour the coffins
But the docks they whittle their
And To the pleasure the
And the and soar of kissing her lips

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