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 weft of an ageless, woven infinity, raw fibers are clawing the frame.
A woman's work is never done, but the stitch has got to come,
and so three witches contend to slice the very last
(that you curse, constantly)
But nothing's immortal, and comfort is not
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 indication of a sacrifice.
Destroy the whose boundaries tides will never exceed, ignite the pyres underneath a sedated mythology.
Five decades his lifetime, and his work is just fading scratches in stone.
She tends the numerals, counting fingers, her toes.
Keeping of the time racing, years wasting
(dance to the of his weight bearing back breaking)
infinite ages the of this quilt's making.
And we dance, we in the stronghold...
That you 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, five years of guilt postmarked four before my escape.
All I ever asked was for a break.
In the first nervous 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.
the deafening earthen tones...
In the nervous light, I dance in the nervous and I'm warmed by the flames.
Dance to the sound of his weight 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 that torn during our backs slowly breaking.
In the light...