Luyện nghe bài hát Absinthe with Faust

Pour the wine
Into glasses
We will touch the
Through catharsis

Let us pitch to the itch
Of the
To a tainted and the painted girls
That our fantasies

Tripping through boudoirs laced with themes
the bizarre, tasting copious dreams
A toast to those sacrilegious of days
Where for every won
One soon

We the stars
That now from afar
At we, the
The
The
The

We have spent our
Drenched in splendor
But midnight chimes
Will gilded souls

Let us on the giddying brink
Of of excrement
All manner of for the glamor and glitz
lent

I remember the as if it were engraved
A marble bridge stretched across dark waves
To the from the moon and by her grace
that erudite stranger
That

He was a predator, creditor
Our was shed on the yellowing scrolls
And all glittered was not gold
But we everything
And for it all our souls

Come my friend to fate, raise
Two finger shots at this our soiree
For tomorrow I
Swoops all too near
This precipitous to Hell's High Gate

We touched the
now laugh from afar
At we, the
The
The
The

He was a preditor, cold
Our blood was shed on the yellowing
And all that was not gold
But we wanted
And for it all lost our
Our
And for it all our souls
Our