Luyện nghe bài hát Carving And Searching

I keep in remnants of him
Of your laying all folded in remnants of mine

To carve deep enough to see your neck's pulse

I whatever it gives
Your youth, I whatever it gives

Am I the last, am I the
Until you speak it my will be real

His right arm pushes and pulls me so far
And I channel more
And I feel it spear through my fingertips
And I those crooked arms
Wrap limbs around me