Luyện nghe bài hát Figurative Theatre (rozz)

In the holes of a thousand eyes
In the deep graves of future survivors
The fleshless guests off children of the past
And their aging fingers cast the of death

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

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

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

Breath ballet prancers spin on porcelain
A child's muddled cry turns into
Ungracious freeloaders their dead on a doorstep
Flowers of all bloom in prosperity

Their razor sharp invite to relax
As they slip the skin on your eyelids
spectators get into the act
With roses and candles, silver and spoons
With silver knives and

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