Luyện nghe bài hát Catching Feathers

If my child die before me
the sweetness of youth, a smile that
eyes alight insanely butchered, drooling
horrific restraint

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

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