Luyện nghe bài hát Furious Rose

"It's not really but it's pretty", he said
As he raises his voice, she lowers her
"It makes my heart heavy, lonely, I think
Oh, Rose, sad, I suppose"

But look in her bed and she's bound to be
She's lying there dead but breathing

Furious Rose, with opiate eyes
Your hum, that tone of surprise
I've heard in adversity, your smile, the soul of witchery
not running away, you're not running, are you?

Lyrically longing, she's tearing the from the page
fearfully seething
"Bring me blessings, a prayer, or a new pen
You know what I need"

You in my bed and I'm bound to be sleeping
I'm lying there dead but I'm

And I'm balancing as it is
And I don't to drown in my dreams
Bring me wild plums, plums and agrimonia
I bet you don't know what that means

Furious Rose, with your eyes
Your languorous hum, that of surprise
I've heard energy in adversity, smile, the soul of witchery
You're not away, you're not running

You're not running away, not running
You're not running away, you're not running, are

peering, over his shoulder
Removed herself from the
terribly freezing, she always knows
to go