Luyện nghe bài hát Femme Mirage

I rise sleep, as a ray strokes my shoulder. Wishing to walk unveiled
to the world - my flesh on view. These things stand in our way - the
of the earth, the state of our minds. And the camouflage. The
threads that communicate the meaningless in a thousand ways. My
voice shuns your honey words on hour shapes. On the fragile, unreal,
objects of desire. The words don't flow, neither the feelings. No ink
on wood to betray my thoughts. this - a cry on the dark side.