Luyện nghe bài hát Fineshrine

Get a little closer, let
Cut open my sternum, and
My little around you
The rungs of me be under, you

I'll cut the pockets, let bleed
Over the cliffs that you leave
To over and not forget what feet are
Splitting threads of thunder me

That I might see my chest and sink
Into the edges you
Into the lakes and that brink
On all the edges you

Get a little closer, let
Cut my sternum, and pull
My little around you
The lungs of me be over you

Get a closer, let fold
Cut my sternum, and pull
My little around you
The of me be under, under you

I'll cut the soft pockets, let
Over the rocky cliffs you leave
To peer and not forget what feet are
Splitting of thunder over me

Listen closely, to the floor
Emitting all its graces the pores
You make a fine in me
You build a shrine in me

That I see with my chest and sink
Into the round you
Into the lakes and that brink
On all the round you

Get a closer, let fold
Cut my sternum, and pull
My little around you
The lungs of me be crowns you

Get a little closer, let
Cut my sternum, and pull
My little ribs you
The rungs of me be under, you