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
in our ships
and from each caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
a across a lens,
everything look wrong from we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left 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 louder at the jokes by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady hand to navigate waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance the waves
as there's I've no rowing could outrun
The cloth blowing on the mast like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
tarnish on my and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want someone so crass as to someone me
but a few 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, that hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, yet docked
Captain spotted napping with his first mate at the wheel,
floating along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we we keep it short
I 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 near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as beautiful as You
in our ships
and from each caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
a across a lens,
everything look wrong from we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left 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 louder at the jokes by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady hand to navigate waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance the waves
as there's I've no rowing could outrun
The cloth blowing on the mast like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
tarnish on my and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want someone so crass as to someone me
but a few 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, that hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, yet docked
Captain spotted napping with his first mate at the wheel,
floating along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we we keep it short
I 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 near I'll hold 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
