Luyện nghe bài hát Loosely Of Amoebas

Crave...the sound of roaring
The moisture nightime warmth

Crave...though ill-disposedly
To be the director of your
To awkward ecstatic awakenings
By his side, the ghost of me

Into the waves rising higher
The mermaid home, wish I'd be taken

Like the amoeba
poor Rockford's cave
My swell sorely
exposed to the vicinity

The conciousness me
Through the
Inhaling sin, the moves

Crave...the sound of roaring
It was all tears with sea
I'm purified by showers and now
tastes too mildy on my tongue

Crave...though rather
To the sea-nymph that remains unseen
awkward ecstatic awakenings
By his side, the ghost of me