Luyện nghe bài hát And Plague Flowers The Kaleidoscope

Kings of our emptiness, the align
Their mouths fill with questions, they are by God's tokens

Ware to walk the painted...the painted

Walking the path through our plague fields

to walk the painted path
Through the plague

of this carousel, disfigured upon white horses
With Goya's and Dore's wings
Down golden locks to red
Crowned children screaming from funeral
To rapid eye movement, undone
...Our beautiful dances... and plague flowers

Why our to reason fall...only human

Kings of our emptiness, the align
Their fill with ashes and death's tongue

The dappled
Flowering cold tombs
With walls... I feel
Our truth is laid

...And colours
A masterpiece of
The portrait of we are...