Luyện nghe bài hát Limbs

The texture of the soul is a that casts a vermilion flood
From a wound as an oath; it fills the river bank a sanguine fog
These arms were meant to be lost! Hacked, severed and
The texture of time is a whisper that echoes the flood
It's hymn resonates from tree to tree, through every sullen it sings
These were said to be lost! Torn, unearthed and broken
Earth to flesh, to wood, cast these limbs into the water
Flesh to wood, wood to stone, cast this stone the water...