Luyện nghe bài hát Letters From Rimbaud

In Greece as I've
Verse and Lyre set the rhythms of
And afterwards and rhyme are games, pastime

Everything
anything goes
We cannot
we are inside it
Everything
Cause goes

I'm almost the
I'm almost the

In greece as said
and Lyre set the rhythms of action
And afterwards and rhyme are games, pastime
Keeping only

We gather, we gather, we we gather

We gather up the of the mind
Pen pushers and authors always full of that crumble
The poet is truly the stealer
The poet is truly the stealer
The stealers, the stealers, the stealers, the stealers, the stealers,

grows
Cause anything

What do we you of? And when you come around the show
never make it up that fast
When no one else more
And I can you one more thing
You'll never come back for more.
There's nothing but a stand
And lovers crouching on the (repeat 1)

grows
Cause goes
We know because we are inside it

I'm an island
But not yet
I'm almost an
But not yet