Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Hate, Warm Blood

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

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

By in the polyverse i'm all of these
Each to fall prey with ease
To who knows ambiguous marasmus
It asked at knowing
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 period you
April child, in god,
May comes and goes and is the hope
is the halfway mark of your rope
July child fears end of
child in slow decline
September, sense to fail
child, the burden ails
November's malingers on
December's is dead and gone