Luyện nghe bài hát Dr.Watson, I Presume

I sat in a motel with the doctor
Just before we were supposed to
He said regarding this wing
black and clipped misshapen thing
Hobbling on claw to ring
Hung upside down and
at carrion of the fallen


On mooring

Blackbird in a crust no
fell down 4 and 20
Bloodstained the of want and plenty
Now raven at his shoulder
Stared with eyes of solder

on a lacquer box
Introducing to locks
Seven talents where hidden
and some forbidden

Take the honey from the
thread around the loom
Dig the up from the tomb
Dr. Watson, I

One will
Two sorrow
Three for
Four ever
flood when the waters hit
Six feet deep, the pit

Seven prayers and seven
To eight imagined
Cat o' nine
Cat of nine
turned into old wives tales
Your colours then it pales
And into the sunset it

Soon secrets will be scattered
Heaven knows what inside
It took a moment to
A lifetime to

Take the honey from the
Ravel thread the loom
Dig the up from the tomb
Dr. Watson, I