Luyện nghe bài hát Blue Pedal

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