Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Hate, Warm Blood

Late last night at rest my mate
I'm by a victim of hate
A spectoral group, yet they're one and the
would never live
Nor they have a name
A baby too to walk or to talk
Rocked to sleep with a big, rock
Becomes a tot with a glare
Sucked life by a shortage of air

A child beyond time without
Metamorphing to
Each shape for one older and
No end to how each could be

By in the polyverse i'm all of these
to fall prey with unnerving ease
To who knows which marasmus
It asked at once
And the answers

To far removed from my experience
Or need to know and thus it me
For sparing it death's masques
And life's laborious tasks

January, child alas
February, still frail as glass
March through a period you must
April child, in god,
May comes and goes and is the hope
June is the halfway of your rope
July fears end of time
child in slow decline
September, starts to fail
October's child, the ails
November's malingers on
December's child is dead and