Luyện nghe bài hát In The Nervous Light Of Sunday

Whispers invoke the artists of tragically seemless, ill fated tapestry,
blistered fingers are tending loom.
She collects the strands to into life.
Logging the of an ageless, woven infinity, countless raw fibers are clawing the frame.
A woman's work is never done, but the final has got to come,
and so three witches to slice the very last thread
(that you curse, constantly)
But nothing's immortal, and comfort is not
a yearling who bears our sincere passions is chosen, and quivering,
a thread in the wake of a blade.
So we compromise, so we sacrifice.
Compromise nothing, but that which secures a comfortable life, as the indication of a healing sacrifice.
Destroy the altar whose boundaries tides never exceed, ignite the pyres underneath a sedated mythology.
Five decades his lifetime, and his life's work is fading scratches in stone.
She tends the numerals, fingers, counting her toes.
Keeping track of the time racing, wasting
(dance to the sound of his weight back breaking)
infinite ages the length of this making.
And we dance, we in the stronghold...
you curse, curse constantly, of the needle's sheen.
Do you this thin strand resting in a pinch?
That's the that you curse, curse constantly.
An eternal on a quilt that hangs from a wall in a throw frought with our decay...
six states away, five years of guilt postmarked four days before my escape.
All I asked was for a clean break.
In the nervous light of the day,
collecting the novels scribes sought to keep me contained.
My dad's favorite novel on top of the pile, in the self concious first light shake the memory of his smile, igniting these volumes, these volumes I'm warmed by the flames.
Alter the earthen tones...
In the nervous light, I in the nervous light and I'm warmed by the flames.
Dance to the sound of his bearing back fucking breaking.
Alter the of his weight bearing back breaking, dictate the pitch of his weight bearing back breaking,
Alter the tone of weight bearing back breaking, we can mend all the seams that were torn during our backs slowly breaking.
In the light...