Luyện nghe bài hát Femme Mirage

I rise from sleep, as a ray my shoulder. Wishing to walk unveiled
to the world - my on view. These things stand in our way - the cold
of the earth, the of our minds. And the camouflage. The sticky
that communicate the meaningless in a thousand different ways. My
voice shuns your honey words on hour shapes. On the fragile, unreal,
objects of desire. The words don't flow, the feelings. No more ink
on to betray my thoughts. Just this - a cry on the dark side.