Luyện nghe bài hát Limbs

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