Luyện nghe bài hát Iridescence

Must clean up the way there is no one left alive
And then is always someone begging for the light. Endtime!

Time, torn and into pre-existential oceans, pre-ritual
clean up the way till there's no trace left of me. Endtime!

Did I see me night? Then denied it today?
Same rite, done again?

It pours upon me
Disgorging down above.
And now too late.

Now, how are you
Is there any way I could be of tonight?

I write a vomit serenade of yesterdays
I'll show you tonight that no one really wants to listen to a song really hurts
Who'd ever want a love like a in the rain, iridescent but vain

I thought you lie
to me in this bed of swallowed time

And deceiving the autumn and all the remaining
And deceiving the horror, the and the relative slime
And the cancers and darkness behind the doors at

all these things are unaware

Must clean up the way until there's not a soul left by my
But there's always a little of someone meant to take good care of your heart.