Luyện nghe bài hát Pale Kings

Summer's
a winter's composure
And I'm in love with daughters
I'm in love with your
And a of rain
Floods the of all reason
your memory golden
And it how it was
In the ordinary

You know how
You're so tired of the
You run to the ocean
And your life
But in the same
A light burns your dreaming
And blows in the ceiling
Till there's but sky

Run out
Like a ribbon
Head down and
Colors from your life
But
Just the sound of your
Blows the cover of
Blows the cover of
With incendiary

You how sometimes
so tired of the country
Its and its pale kings
And its like knives
But in the breath
Your heart breaks with the
With love and grieving
For its irrational

Now