Luyện nghe bài hát Figurative Theater

In the shallow holes of a eyes
In the knee deep of future survivors
The fleshless guests live off children of the
And their aging cast the shadow of death

Their sharp tongues invite to relax
As they slip the skin on eyelids back
Invasive spectators get the act
roses and candles, silver knives and

Persona read women dance with priests on a road
Your vision perspectives are turning to
A cabaret slide show starts their loads
Act one is the end and the show now

Their razor sharp tongues invite to
As they slip the on your eyelids back
spectators get into the act
With roses and candles, silver and

Breath prancers spin on porcelain backbones
A muddled cry turns into hilarity
Ungracious freeloaders leave their on a doorstep
Flowers of all bloom in prosperity

razor sharp tongues invite to relax
As slip the skin on your eyelids back
Invasive spectators get the act
With roses and candles, silver and spoons
With knives and spoons

The luxuries of days are the luxuries of our days
The luxuries of past are the luxuries of our days