Luyện nghe bài hát Limbs

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