Luyện nghe bài hát Impending Embolism

With fervid vocility we perused
centuries of countless bethumbed volumes
Finding little solace for our
With bodily quiescence
We have

earthenware pots are shattered and scattered
And hanging plants mournfully wilt and away
Encrusted ghouls loved and cherished

and shield razed in absolute defeat
Pining in curious conflagration
But I call to mind and therefore
I hope...