Luyện nghe bài hát Anchorage

Scales of an
of a snake
Living in the future
With the racket you make

Memory of a
Heart of the
Talking in a lark's
And of the same

Green ice is on the
the way the dead have felt
Nothing like the way my name is
But I belt it out

returning
My torch on burning for you
In the life you on spurning
is hurting me

Mouth of a
The of a flute
The get used for rifles
Growing lovely

Around the captain's
The silent slept
In the of morning
The slowly crept

And the ice in my
And the hit of the
And the great icy
I it on to you

returning
My torch keeps on for you
In the life you on spurning
is hurting me
'thing is me

of a mute
The passion of a
Waking early on an Easter
Just before the

The of a statue
The of a rat
The street was almost
But you saw through that

And the ice in the box
Falling off the in blocks
at the docks
Well I was shocked not to be

returning
My torch keeps on for you
In the life you keep on
Everything is me

Strength of a
The of a cloud
The of the star
Cruelty of a

afternoon is crushing down
The bars are all closed lady
of town is a long way down
I'd to see you break your crown

And the ice in my
My drink in lap
Just a in a trap
slap it out of you
it out of you

Music of the
the flake
Nature, you don't
A nice delicious

The of a fox
Love about the size of a box
The school of knocks
box it out of me

The ice in my
A in the note
Just a sinking boat
You coat yourself with

returning
My keeps on burning for you
In the life you on spurning
Everything is hurting me is hurting me