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 would have a name
A baby too to walk or to talk
to sleep with a big, heavy rock
Becomes a tot with a glare
Sucked life by a shortage of air

A child beyond without gender
to surrender
Each for one older and still
No end to how each could be

By in the polyverse i'm all of these
Each to fall prey with unnerving
To who which ambiguous marasmus
It asked at knowing
And unknowing the

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

January, child alas
February, still frail as glass
March a formative period you must
April child, in god,
May comes and and shortlived is the hope
June is the halfway mark of your
child fears end of time
August child in decline
September, sense to fail
child, the burden ails
November's malingers on
December's is dead and gone