Luyện nghe bài hát Brutal Romance

All and colours
and stained in aging hands
Sculpted
Histories
Our Jackson Pollocked turns
A silent

Lonely
Poets best attempts

The
Of the and of us
and lust

Love and death, and and love
Brutal
The thread, the sharpened knife
A slow-dance
I can't remember
Warmth in the veins, in the core
romance

You're dripping gold
Mine is more
Yours is you

Men at
Devouring a fleet
Epaulettes of

and death, and death and love
Brutal
A thread, a sharpened knife
In a spinning
I can't before
Breath in the lungs, on the door
Brutal

And I to sing
Over and into them
What can't be
And I want to
you and into you
What be unsung

and death, and death and love
Brutal
A silver thread, a knife
A spinning
I can't remember
Washing of wounds, won inner
romance