A birdP. RainierYou will never rise up againwith a flutter of thick wingsand rouse me from my bed in the morning.For a thief came silentlyupon you in your sleep and killed you,pressing his finger into your throat.
← LibraryP. Rainier · songA birdSong 1 of 3lyrics: Richard Aldington after Anyte of TegeaAudio diction — free with sign-inTTS in 14 languages, loop passages, slow down lines.Sign in with GoogleSongA birdlyrics: Richard Aldington after Anyte of TegeaYoujˈuːwillwˈɪlnevernˈɛvɐriseɹˈaɪzupˈʌpagainɐɡˈɛnwithwˈɪðaeɪ̯flutterflˈʌtɐofˈɒvthickθˈɪkwingswˈɪŋzandˈændrouseɹˈaʊzmemˈiːfromfɹˈɒmmymˈaɪbedbˈɛdinˈɪntheðəmorningmˈɔːnɪŋ.Forfˈɔːaeɪ̯thiefθˈiːfcamekˈeɪmsilentlysˈaɪləntliuponəpˈɒnyoujˈuːinˈɪnyourjˈɔːsleepslˈiːpandˈændkilledkˈɪldyoujˈuː,pressingpɹˈɛsɪŋhishˈɪzfingerfˈɪŋɡɐintoˈɪntʊyourjˈɔːthroatθɹˈəʊt.