Luyện nghe bài hát Pale Kings

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

You how sometimes
You're so of the country
You run to the ocean
And surrender your
But in the breath
A burns through 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 of silence
Blows the of lies
With light

You how sometimes
You're so tired of the
Its and its pale kings
And its fences knives
But in the same
Your breaks with the feeling
With and with grieving
For its irrational

Now