Luyện nghe bài hát In The Nervous Light Of Sunday

Whispers invoke the artists of tragically seemless, ill fated tapestry,
blistered are tending their 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 contend to slice the very last thread
(that you curse, constantly)
But immortal, and comfort is not guaranteed-
a yearling who bears our passions is chosen, frozen 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, risk as the of a healing sacrifice.
the altar whose boundaries tides will 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, counting fingers, her toes.
Keeping track of the racing, years wasting
(dance to the of his weight bearing 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 feel this thin 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...
From six states away, years of guilt postmarked four days before my escape.
All I ever asked was for a break.
In the first light of the day,
the novels whose 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 volumes, igniting these volumes I'm warmed by the flames.
Alter the deafening tones...
In the nervous light, I dance in the light and I'm warmed by the flames.
Dance to the sound of his weight back fucking breaking.
the pitch of his weight bearing back breaking, dictate the pitch of his weight bearing back breaking,
Alter the tone of your bearing back breaking, we can mend all the seams that were torn during our backs slowly breaking.
In the light...