Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Hate, Warm Blood

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

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

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

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

January, child born
February, still still 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
August child in decline
September, sense starts to
October's child, the ails
November's child on
December's is dead and gone