Luyện nghe bài hát Absynthe

To gather the rusty coffin
And follow the trail of the
To search the pearls and the
-the you lost in the game (called life)

Brought back the years to harvest
The virgin-white winters of our
Black shepherd, false
The anguish of wars long gone still
In his frozen

For we no longer
For the that lie beneath
We no know how
And our bastard sons
All in the of make-believe

Smothered in dreams
We cling to the of a lesser god
Bemused by utopian of heaven
We choke in the drunken laughter of

A faade carried from to generation
Until the day we have no lies left to

"And the angels stricken with disease themselves
with blood-wine and feast on the smouldering of yesterday
Absinthe - green of despair
Take me on a glorious to the rim of the earth

Oh liquid at the bottom
Of the crystalline
hypnotic fumes shatter our dreams
In the wake of a new

Burn the flag of a gone
As we a toast to damnation

[music by : Brinkman / Soffner / Luppens by : Soffner]