Luyện nghe bài hát Augustine

As the bell tower blocks the light
All the seeds in our garden
To break and blossom, all to be
And look, skirt is torn

And blood on our sheets
As the long arm of the law
Fist tight, banging on the
And me down on its way in

As I pass out into a
Of whooping and wooden beams
Great white wings
In an attic, in a house, in the of night

Oh, my Augustine,
Oh, is this forever,
Oh, oh my sweet Augustine,
What does this for us?

Does it mean that I can change my ways?
And why, love, you shouldn't stay
Still you and love me
Like a mother or a bringing you down, down
Down on your knees

Watering the and the weeds
Thinking, why does love me so damn cold?
Now I'm getting old and is this it should be?
Well, is it?

Oh, my Augustine,
Oh, is forever, ever?
Oh, oh, sweet Augustine,
Or do we kill this one

And now the tears, heavy and hot
As it comes clear, is all we got
As I hold you to my bed like a cancer, or a
Now be my nurse
As we fall into the impossible dream