Luyện nghe bài hát In The Nervous Light Of Sunday

Whispers invoke the artists of tragically seemless, ill fated tapestry,
blistered fingers are their loom.
She collects the to braid into life.
Logging the weft of an ageless, woven infinity, countless raw 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 is not guaranteed-
a yearling who bears our sincere passions is chosen, and quivering,
like a in the wake of a blade.
So we compromise, so we sacrifice.
Compromise nothing, but that which a comfortable life, risk 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...
That you curse, constantly, of the needle's sheen.
Do you feel this thin strand in a pinch?
That's the thread you curse, curse constantly.
An eternal patch on a quilt that from a wall in a throw frought with our decay...
From six states away, five years of guilt postmarked days before my escape.
All I ever was for a clean break.
In the first light of the day,
collecting the whose scribes sought to keep me contained.
My dad's favorite on top of the pile, in the self concious first light shake the memory of his smile, igniting these volumes, igniting these volumes I'm warmed by the flames.
the deafening 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 pitch of his weight bearing breaking, dictate the pitch of his weight bearing back breaking,
Alter the tone of your weight bearing back breaking, we can mend all the seams that were during our backs slowly breaking.
In the light...