Luyện nghe bài hát Knives Of Summertime

A flock of cut the sky
And buried in my black
And the they bled in my head
And rain soaked the dry beds

And the hurricane of her wailed away the knives
The of summertime, summertime
The of summertime, summertime
The of summertime

And I did swallow stained glass
Absorbed by the sun for light years
And the fire flies in her
My red concertinas coming the stairs

And the hurricane of her eyes wailed away the
The of summertime, summertime
The knives of summertime,
The knives of