Luyện nghe bài hát Rags And Bones

Through the iron to the fires of June
Through the five o'clock skyline to the deeadlocked
There's a flickering figure dancing
her junk creatures out of rags and bones

Where the vapour is rising between the and the vine
And though the in waiting are wasting their time
'cause my veins are tracking street and the compass and the stones
And I'm still making my junk creatures out of and bones

Oh yeah, the and the nail
Oh yeah, the heart's in the change
Oh yeah, and the Devil's in the
Ans in my rags and

Now it's the fist through the window, it's the wine you brought
It's a far cry from the shackles of cognitive
It's the lines on the fridge door, just see how grown
Up little junk creatures made from rags and bones

Oh yeah, the hammer and the
Oh yeah, the in the small change
Oh yeah, and the in the detail
And in the and bones

And now the candle's out, the walls have been built
And they are racking up the weapons of blood and and guilt
Voices have silenced, but they belong to anyone
And these little creatures made from rags and bones
And these little creatures made from rags and bones
Rags and