Luyện nghe bài hát Furious Rose

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

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

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

Lyrically longing, she's tearing the words the page
She's fearfully
"Bring me blessings, a prayer, or a new pen
You don't 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 want to drown in my dreams
Bring me plums, wild plums and agrimonia
I bet you don't even know that means

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

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

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