Luyện nghe bài hát Birds Elope With The Sun

Air like water, water like stone, birds elopes the sun.
A velvet quietus furtively draped ears
Quartz underfoot and opal tears
Welcoming webs of despair
Nival anphora the air
waltzes through...
The windows, shut tight, and the are fueled...
Reminding of its magnitude's inferiority.
Skyward stretching arms thin and weak.
Bony fingers comb the then curl into fists, admitting defeat.
Blood concedes to gravity's pull, leaving hollow skeletons all erect, perforating the skyline -- an impenetrable cage... like skin drawn tight, and canvas cracked age.
Escapist flights and lengthy nights as some and slumber awakes...
Faces count 'til noon -- solar ghosts come kiss the moon goodnight -- grey memories for now.
A families, down, will fall.
Nival bury them all!
Like absconding tides, elope with the sun.
A barren soaked in bleach
A sickly and opal touch
Hallucinating, shattered glass falls as the atmosphere cracked and we are by emptiness black.
The brain keeps the company.
The is a new born, trying to breathe.
Accepting his fate and asleep, the child is a woman, resting in peace.
Accepting the sleep as a blackness forcing its way in and pushing air out through 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 waiting to hatch.
The is the air, the wind, the trees, the Earth, the water, the fire...
Sculptors working the clay, carving angels and gargoyles, and columns as pixies to appease the leaves.
Faces that once turned to the light, frown and turn desperately down towards darkness.
Float to the stiff, grey