Luyện nghe bài hát Birds Elope With The Sun

Air like water, like stone, birds elopes with the sun.
A velvet quietus furtively draped ears
Quartz underfoot and crystalline opal
Welcoming of gasping despair
Nival textures the air
waltzes through...
The windows, tight, and the fires are fueled...
Reminding navet of its inferiority.
Skyward stretching become thin and weak.
fingers comb the clouds then curl into fists, admitting defeat.
Blood concedes to gravity's pull, leaving hollow skeletons all erect, perforating the skyline -- an impenetrable cage... like drawn tight, and canvas cracked with age.
Escapist flights and nights as some succumb and slumber awakes...
Faces count minutes 'til noon -- solar ghosts come kiss the moon -- grey memories for now.
A thousand families, down, fall.
Nival bury them all!
Like tides, birds elope with the sun.
A barren desert in bleach
A pallor and opal touch
Hallucinating, shattered falls as the atmosphere cracked and we are invaded by emptiness black.
The keeps the body company.
The continent is a new born, to breathe.
Accepting his fate and asleep, the child is a woman, resting in peace.
Accepting the as a blackness forcing its way in and pushing air out through heavy lungs...
And heavy are the clouds that so deep and smother the land in a heavy shroud.
Eyes press closed and are now visible.
The sky is an eggshell to hatch.
The is the air, the wind, the trees, the Earth, the water, the fire...
working the clay, carving angels and gargoyles, and columns as pixies dance to appease the leaves.
Faces once turned to catch the light, frown and turn desperately down towards darkness.
Float to the stiff, Earth