Luyện nghe bài hát Blue Pedal

All that was gold has its shine.
All that was has become obscured.
Yes was autumn,
and sleek.
Fit for smiling, gliding.
And now tarnished silver,
fading rusting hearts.
the cooling pedal of blue freeze.
As she sleep again,
she must again.
Turn the wheel of green.
Between we are butter,
believing melting butter,
well fed and spread.
fed on these deaths of our kind,
of our kind.
Spiralling outer and beyond
what is there, the realm of senses.
love, beyond our hopeless
humanness the other side of
the bleeding where bones are collected
and we have come to recover
from this mist.
Between we're tearing,
hard gurgling, snarling, fear, and wary,
untrusty.
Still fed on these deaths of our
where bones are collected and we
selected to recover
from polluted mist.
Outer and outer and outer and and outer.