Luyện nghe bài hát Of the Wound

The pulled from his chest
Raises a welt, in every limb

Sleep can for seizures

The legless man had him to a window
Window like blind probed the mud
The minutes that were
Ran across his stuffed with cotton
And his mouth could hear the splashes

A fever and his is worse
In the silent days

He remain an enigma

They three flights of stairs to the night
Like a hundred pieces of
There were numerous outstretched throwing shadows,
A of shadows
Holding the three cornered hat of a

We move on to venoms

Christ spit on you
And that's who you me of
Beneath a green
The wound appears to be