Luyện nghe bài hát Little Victories

I press your hand in mine however
I a smile right to myself
And I lapse into the grasp of an obsession
And I get sick as I watch my interests fall into

This winter, so cold, creeping your arm
Stealth soldiers, creeping around palm
And harder, hard to understand
Little victories won creeping your hand

The sickness has taken through violent, blurted syllables
Escape my mouth my breath
The voice of dread is whispering insistent in my ears
My paranoia has by your gaze, so austere

winter, so cold, creeping around your arm
Stealth soldiers, around your palm
I it's harder, hard to understand
Little victories won creeping around hand

I pinned your crest to my
Hoping it might start to look

There was hushed of young boy's corpse
Lying face down in the river, his used to move like mine
I can't stand myself this morning, I am that boy
No strength to endure, ghostly insecure, pallid lack of choice

winter, so cold, creeping around your arm
Stealth soldiers, creeping your palm
I it's harder, hard to understand
Little victories won creeping your hand
Creeping around hands