Luyện nghe bài hát Arrowheads or Worse

New aura of flora
and that corrected set of gap
that allow me to sing dissonantly

And I would arrowheads or worse
to demonstrate my for how it must have felt for you
to me at the altar once again,
repeating through slanted mouths
as all my life, alchemized your grief

Ephemera of light!
I was when I was five,
blooming in defiance of my youth
Like seven of seventy,
the chariots are
and swinging low as I am rides
to take the fire I have been

The are in the fallow.
My mother's
but child me, with sugar cereal, her warnings

Why couldn't we ink the oceans fill?
The sun its offer of celestial hallucination
and we (the to melancholy)
will hear the rooster crow and we will know exactly how we've you feel.

of desert light!
I was grown I was five,
blooming in unqualified defiance of my
Like times of seventy,
the chariots are
and swinging low as I am thumbing

You are I will go when I die