Luyện nghe bài hát Birds Elope With The Sun

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