Luyện nghe bài hát WINGS

Day by day.
The gains on me.
Day by day.
The gains on me.

Purchased of flabby wings.
I took to doing HOVERING.
Here is a list of things.

mid-air outside a study.
An academic his chin,
sent in the dust of cheap magazines.
His academic rust, not burn them up.

Recruited gremlins.
To get me clear of the routes.
I paid them off with from my wings.
had some fun with those cheapo airline snobs.

The loss made me hit a timelock.
I ended up in the sixties.
I've been for one hundred and twenty five years.
A small of the past. Can turn time into space.

Ended up under Bridge.
With veterans from the U.S. Civil War.
They were Irish patronage.
We shot a stupid sergeant,
but I got hit in the crossfire.
The hit made me hit a time lock.

But, I got back.
The place I made the purchase, no longer
I'd it under the bridge.

Day by day.
The came towards me
By things.
The came towards me.

So now I in ditches.
And hide from nosey kids.
The wings rot and under me.
The wings rot and curl right me.
A small of the past.
Can turn into space.
Small touches can alter more a mere decade.

X 17.