Luyện nghe bài hát Kneading With Honey

O a breath to hold me
Silent is the unstrung (in play)
The laying of sheets down
the masters of my passions

me,
I am as wet as a eye
A before my sight
Lays naked through this

So with nature's bosoms forgot
Our age like bare
Sisters, of heavenly touch
to passing fairs

Gather their scarlet
As passions lent me
Put a upon our bones
And indeed the shoulders

the running rivers
The oak tree stands these years
I am naked to suckle from nature
And shade males obscenity

I dance the hour

O how like calm me
Its kindness, reads my
these years
Yet us rejoice hereafter

brides of scorn
Decorate them awe
the discord breed
And tend to its

Feed the invert with
For its humour kindly