Học Tiếng Anh Qua Bài Hát Có Phụ Đề: Pagan Angel And A Borrowed Car

Love was promise made of smoke
In a frozen copse of trees
A bone cold and older than our bodies
Slowly floating in the sea
Every morning there planes
The shiny blades of pagan angels in father's sky
Every evening I would watch her hold the pillow
Tight against her hollows, her unholy child
I was still a beggar shaking out my stolen coat
Among the cemetery leaves
When they caught king beneath the borrowed car
Righteous, drunk, and fumbling for the royal keys

Love was our father's and sewn like a shank
In a cake on our leather boots
A beautiful feather floating down
where the birds had shit our empty chapel pews
Every morning we found one more machine
To mock our ever waning at the well
Every evening she'd descend the mountain stealing socks
And singing something good all their horses fell
Like a snake within the wilted garden wall
I'd hint to her every possibility
While with his gun, the pagan rose to say
\"My love is one made to break every bended knee\"