Luyện nghe bài hát Mannequin

Led to other
By the she curled within
I their skins to see her
Be my

Be my

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

Did we together
At palatial balls
In silks and flesh and
Or did we at all?

I dreamt a midnight
The eerie of wolves
And that danced with fire
As they have

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

At
her like 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 kissed on distant
A law her own
Thirteenth dark
Of pressed to stone

Turning cream fantasies
God alone would know
We graced the
With the excess of Rome

in the past
Our were deeply carved
On the of life
In long languages

Led to worlds
By the she curled within
I took their to see her
Be my

Be my

I tongued the nuns at
But not one word
Her right, an archetype
For mortal