Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Hate, Warm Blood

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

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

By chance in the polyverse i'm all of
Each to fall with unnerving ease
To who knows ambiguous marasmus
It asked at once
And unknowing the

To far removed from my experience
Or need to know and it thanked me
For it death's multiplicitous masques
And life's thankless laborious

January, born alas
February, still frail as glass
March through a formative you must
April child, in god,
May comes and goes and shortlived is the
June is the halfway mark of rope
July fears end of time
August child in slow
September, sense to fail
October's child, the ails
child malingers on
December's is dead and gone