Luyện nghe bài hát Ottoman

Ottoman couch, how your furniture
now but dressed for a funeral
Begging you to sit for a on the wall
To hang in the dark of some hall

Elegant clothes, you want to be with her
your tweeds you sweat like a teenager
Begging you to sit for a on the wall
To hang in the dark of parliamentary hall

is for you
They it out for you, for you
There will be six bells a-ringing and white singing for you
But feels so unnatural to Peter Gabriel, too

All of the and all of the time it took
Soon it's all of red in a leather book
Begging you to for a minute by the door
Your creeping feet, where they've never been