Luyện nghe bài hát Pale Kings

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

You how sometimes
so tired of the country
You could run to the
And surrender your
But in the breath
A light burns through your
And holes in the ceiling
Till nothing but sky

Run out
Like a ribbon
down and careering
Colors from your life
But
Just the sound of breathing
Blows the of silence
the cover of lies
With light

You know how
You're so tired of the
Its poptones and its pale
And its fences like
But in the same
Your heart breaks the feeling
With and with grieving
For its life

Now