Luyện nghe bài hát Birds Elope With The Sun

Air like water, water stone, birds elopes with the sun.
A velvet quietus furtively draped over
Quartz underfoot and crystalline tears
webs of gasping despair
Nival anphora the air
Anamnesis through...
The windows, shut tight, and the 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 hollow skeletons all erect, the skyline -- an impenetrable cage... like skin drawn tight, and canvas cracked with age.
Escapist flights and lengthy nights as some succumb and awakes...
Faces count minutes 'til noon -- solar ghosts come kiss the moon goodnight -- grey for now.
A thousand families, down, fall.
tears bury them all!
Like tides, birds elope with the sun.
A desert soaked in bleach
A pallor and opal touch
Hallucinating, shattered glass falls as the atmosphere and we are invaded 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 as a blackness forcing its way in and pushing air out through heavy lungs...
And heavy are the clouds that reach so deep and smother the land in a shroud.
Eyes closed 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 as pixies dance to appease the leaves.
Faces that once to catch the light, frown and turn desperately down towards darkness.
Float to the stiff, grey