Luyện nghe bài hát Fineshrine

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

cut the soft pockets, let bleed
Over the rocky cliffs you leave
To peer over and not forget feet are
threads of thunder over me

That I might see with my and sink
Into the edges you
Into the and quarry's that brink
On all the round you

Get a little closer, let
Cut open my sternum, and
My little ribs you
The of me be crowns over you

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

cut the soft pockets, let bleed
Over the rocky cliffs that you
To peer over and not 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 a fine shrine in me

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

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

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