Luyện nghe bài hát Mannequin

Led to other
By the girls she within
I took their to see her
Be my

Be my

I remember
How it was that we met
Curve of moon and haunted
The were not those Heaven sent

Did we come
At masked balls
In silks and and leather
Or did we come at

I dreamt a castle
The song of wolves
And eyes that danced with
As have forevermore

Our of sin
Have long fathered a
To him
Whom by slip of whim

At
Dressed her the wind
In autumn gowns pinned her down
To be my

Be my

Always on winter
But never she break
My and black witch heart
That in her wake

We on distant balconies
A law her own
Thirteenth dark
Of figures to stone

cream with fantasies
That God would know
We the vomitorium
With the sweet of Rome

Flagrant in the
Our were deeply carved
On the of life
In dead languages

Led to other
By the girls she curled
I took their to see her
Be my

Be my

I the nuns at Louvers
But not one word
Her divine right, an
For goddesses