Luyện nghe bài hát Catching Feathers

If my child die before me
the sweetness of youth, a smile sings
eyes insanely butchered, perverse drooling
horrific beyond

Lord of the dance, is murder for this brave man
high, slaughtering in a white feathered army
mort your name, his, before your time
I'd love to see you suffer, too much to be a crime

The sweetness of youth, a that sings
eyes alight insanely butchered, drooling
you cannot even pray, for you no god