Luyện nghe bài hát Furious Rose

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

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

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

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

You look in my bed and I'm to be sleeping
I'm there dead but I'm breathing

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

Furious Rose, your opiate eyes
Your languorous hum, that tone of
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 the room
She's terribly freezing, she always
to go