Other Exercises
Messes Of Men 
Hard
by MewithoutYou
Fill In the blanks, then press Score to check your answers
I do not exist, but faithfully insist
Sailing in our separate ships
and from each caravelle
Tiring and trying there's dying
like the horseshoe crab in its seasons sheds its shell
Such our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made everything wrong from we stood
and our blew away before we'd the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the told by their daughters
I'd set my for land,
but you well understand
it takes a hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've no rowing outrun
The cloth blowing on the like to say I've got no past
but I'm the librarian and secretary's son
with on my and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want someone so crass as to want someone like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I you, it was not what I expected it to be!
I still taste its kiss, in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted napping his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we we it short
I drank a thimble of and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while watching the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come I'll up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as beautiful as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and from each caravelle
Tiring and trying there's dying
like the horseshoe crab in its seasons sheds its shell
Such our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made everything wrong from we stood
and our blew away before we'd the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the told by their daughters
I'd set my for land,
but you well understand
it takes a hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've no rowing outrun
The cloth blowing on the like to say I've got no past
but I'm the librarian and secretary's son
with on my and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want someone so crass as to want someone like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I you, it was not what I expected it to be!
I still taste its kiss, in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted napping his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we we it short
I drank a thimble of and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while watching the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come I'll up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as beautiful as You
Click any word to get definition.
( Automatic Translation )
Con tecnología de Microsoft® Translator
