Luyện nghe bài hát Ghosts

The moon holds the
And the moon's this globe
light upon the road
The won't fly
And a bird without it's is a low and tragic thing

We are
We are ghosts amongst these
From the of velvet green
To the beneath our feet
We are
We are ghosts amongst hills
out along the shore
Pressing out the shore

The song
Matters not the thoughts of
Matters only to be
And though I'm
I will come in Spring
When the harvest can

We are
We are amongst these hills
From the trees of velvet
To the ground beneath our
We are
We are amongst these hills
out along the shore
Pressing out along the