Luyện nghe bài hát Behind The Sea (alternate Version)

Our daydream from my gold head
Breaks free of my wooden
Left a nod over waves
Like bait for bathing cod
Floating of candle swans
Slowly drift wax ponds

The men all played to marching drums
And boy did they fun behind the sea
They sang, 'So our matching legs are marching
And all too small to talk to God
Yes, all too smart to talk to God'

Toast the folks casting silver crumbs
To us the dock
Jinxed things ringing as they
Through tiny cracks in the
Scarecrow now its time to
Sprouting and ageless daughters

Don't you know, don't you
That those smiles just cant ripen underwater
Just cant underwater

The men all played along to marching
And boy did they have fun the sea
They sang, 'So our matching legs are marching
And were all too small to to God
Yeah, were all too smart to to God
Oh, were all too to talk to God'

Oh, waves of wooden legs, waves of legs
Waves of legs
Waves of wooden legs, waves of legs
of wooden legs

Waves of wooden legs, waves of wooden
of wooden legs
Waves of wooden legs, waves of wooden
Waves of wooden