Luyện nghe bài hát The Ghost Song

Shake dreams from your
My pretty child, my one
Choose the day, choose the of your day
The days
thing you see

A vast radiant beach in a jeweled moon
naked race down by its quiet side
And we laugh soft, mad children
Smug in the woolly brains of infancy
The music and are all around us

Choose they croon the ones
The time has come
Choose now, croon
Beneath the
Beside an lake

Enter again the sweet
the hot dream
Come us
Everything is broken up and

scattered,
On highway bleeding
Ghosts the young childs,
eggshell mind

We have inside,
This and insane theater
To propagate our for our life,
And flee the wisdom of the streets.

The barns stormed
The kept,
And only one of all the
To and save us
the divine mockery of words,
Music temperament.

Ooh creator of being
us one more hour,
To our art
And our lives.

We need golden copulations,
When true murders
Are allowed to free,
A musicians arise from the land
Where are the feast we are

One thing

Thank you oh
For the white blind
Thank you oh
For the white light

A city from the sea
I had a splitting
From witch the is maid