Luyện nghe bài hát Furious Rose

"It's not poetry but it's pretty", he said
As he raises his voice, she her head
"It my heart heavy, you're lonely, I think
Oh, Rose, sad, I suppose"

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

Furious Rose, your opiate eyes
Your languorous hum, tone of surprise
heard energy in adversity, your smile, the soul of witchery
You're not away, you're not running, are you?

longing, she's tearing the words from the page
She's seething
"Bring me blessings, a prayer, or a new pen
You don't what I need"

You look in my bed and I'm 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, wild plums and
I bet you don't even know what means

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

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

Gingerly peering, his shoulder
herself from the room
She's terribly freezing, she always
to go