Luyện nghe bài hát BEING A MOCKINGBIRD

And the night it like a hammer blow
And the morning it brings
The mad men are on the crypt floor
Sleeping their favours and sins
And I myself to be hardened
And greet the bird the day
And I soared to lusty gamblings
And I drenched myself in the dusk they lay

And I exchanged the dark for the darkness
And I the belt from the wing
So the traitors may part with their
But I'll remember

And I gave up to the heckles
And I planted the from the book
And I admit I love my
The blackbird, the wren, the

The church house harbour the coffins
But the docks whittle their ships
And To the the feast
And the memory and soar of kissing her

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