Luyện nghe bài hát Pale Kings

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

You how sometimes
so tired of the country
You could run to the
And surrender your
But in the breath
A light through your dreaming
And holes in the ceiling
Till there's but sky

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

You how sometimes
so tired of the country
Its poptones and its pale
And its like knives
But in the same
Your breaks with the feeling
With love and with
For its irrational

Now