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 makes my heart heavey, lonely, I think.
Oh Rose, sad, I suppose."
"Look in her bed and she's to be sleeping
She's lying dead. - Now, she's breathing."
Furious Rose, with opiate eyes,
your languorous hum, tone of surprise.
I've energy in adversity
Your smile, the of witchery.
You're not away,
not running - are you?
Lyrically longing, tearing the words from the page.
She's seething.
"Bring me blessings, a prayer, or a new pen.
- You know what I need."
"Look in my bed and I'm to be sleeping,
I'm lying dead, but I'm breathing."
And I'm barely as it is,
and I don't to drown in my dreams.
Bring me wild and agrimony
- I bet you don't even know that means.
Furious Rose, your opiate eyes,
your languorous hum, that of surprise.
I've heard energy in
smile, the soul of witchery.
You're not away,
not running - are you?
Gingerly peering over his shoulders, removed from the room.
She's terribly freezing, she always when to go.