Luyện nghe bài hát Coalition

If you would a coalition with my in in my eyes,
mark me down -say it- this demands these words.
Knife worth.
We said, "Your is like a throat and in this cold it stains,
a haste. In the ascension taste sun in your mouth."
Burn burning the callow of will.
Herd into this pen the escape of, the escape of you infer to be true,
won't you slice open your wrists and crawl through veins?
You remain forever you are.
You put on full-bottomed wigs with a locks.
You can wear these high stilts of socks.
But you forever what you are.
Float or drown in these blades of canvas, perceive a of manipulating skin,
the skin turned from flesh, turned its face from the sun, of a knife.
Knife worth.
When you thought you heard the sun it was the fire in my
and when you thought you the dove it was my whistle in disguise.
And when you let it go with might,
you found that down there is no day or night.
The wisest man will make you feel you are a man among mankind.
The has died.
And you been born.
Knife worth.