Luyện nghe bài hát I Will Not Sleep Here

Two cut from the same cloth
Two pages ripped out from the same
We burn in distant
A corsage and a stone in a wayward flame

All for that unbreakable
Whom I approach painted caution
Red pride, guilt
And blue love on sand
Blood is than water
But both can go the same drain

I'm sick of about nightmares
And all the mysteries of
visions of an old bearded man
With a bleeding eye, a sun-scorched
On a platter framed by both of his

He's kept by his knowledge
Is he a poet, a lover, or a
Iokanaan, Antonius, and the man sit on their hands
I lay numb on a big bed

Blood is than water
But we go down the same