Luyện nghe bài hát Of the Wound

The cross pulled his chest
a welt, leaden in every limb

Sleep can for seizures

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

A and his hand is worse
In the film days

He must remain an

They three flights of stairs to the night
a hundred pieces of glass
There numerous outstretched hands throwing shadows,
A of shadows
the three cornered hat of a cardinal

We on to snake venoms

would spit on you
And who you remind me of
Beneath a musty
The wound appears to be