Luyện nghe bài hát . . . And Then It Passes

The distance it at first
The is felt through the air
The mother of speaks discontently

As death to whisper defiance
Thinks it´s surprising, fully
unwelcomed, purposely unhidden
There to
A sensible whiskey warmth
Had my fills of hearts and lost souls

ember grey, dismal drear
Catastrophic in its own simple
as low as low
Unfortunately cold is
Scold the mother
For shaking the season´s

as always
Suspiciously into
Mammoth
An emblem of bones
And desolate

The is now
An icy of a piercing sort
blue lunacy in the eyes
No choice but to
Against these

bitterness

Blizzard
Nipping at the fine line of neck
Horrendous
Facial
red raw by the arctic fist

Pummelled considerably
Frozen bricks hold the down
Destined to find the elusive
Set reclusion from the numbing mind

Winteresque portrait
miserably white

Living
Postponed in
Temporarily
anytime
This unthawing

Our fine feathered
smarter than they appear
Should´ve to join them
On these months that are so

gusts, tempestuous winds
Drifting bales,
haze
Trapped a rat in a maze
Just you thought enough was too much
For the masses... and then it passes