Luyện nghe bài hát In The Nervous Light Of Sunday

Whispers invoke the artists of this seemless, ill fated tapestry,
blistered fingers are tending loom.
She collects the to braid into life.
Logging the weft of an ageless, 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 contend to the very last thread
(that you curse, constantly)
But immortal, and comfort is not guaranteed-
a yearling who bears our sincere is chosen, frozen and quivering,
like a thread in the of a blade.
So we compromise, so we sacrifice.
Compromise nothing, but that secures a comfortable life, risk as the indication of a healing sacrifice.
Destroy the altar whose boundaries tides will never exceed, ignite the pyres a sedated mythology.
Five decades his lifetime, and his life's work is just scratches in stone.
She tends the numerals, counting fingers, her toes.
Keeping track of the time racing, years
(dance to the of his weight bearing back breaking)
ages the length of this quilt's making.
And we dance, we in the stronghold...
That you curse, curse constantly, of the sheen.
Do you feel this strand resting in a pinch?
That's the thread that you curse, constantly.
An eternal patch on a quilt that from a wall in a throw frought with our decay...
From six away, five years of guilt postmarked four days before my escape.
All I asked was for a clean break.
In the first nervous of the day,
collecting the novels whose scribes to keep me contained.
My dad's favorite novel on top of the pile, in the self concious first light shake the of his smile, igniting these 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 bearing back fucking breaking.
Alter the pitch of his weight bearing back breaking, dictate the pitch of his weight bearing breaking,
Alter the tone of your weight bearing back breaking, we can mend all the seams were torn during our backs slowly breaking.
In the light...