Luyện nghe bài hát Figurative Theater

In the shallow holes of a eyes
In the knee deep graves of survivors
The fleshless guests off children of the past
And aging fingers cast the shadow of death

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

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

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

ballet prancers spin on porcelain backbones
A child's muddled cry into hilarity
Ungracious freeloaders leave their dead on a
Flowers of doom all in prosperity

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

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