Luyện nghe bài hát Pillow of Your Bones

The embers of the saint of you
Are growing as I'm bathing in glow
I'm swallowing the poison of flower
And hanging on the of my low

Colorful and falling from your
Like a fever in recoil
Like a lie the pain

On a pillow of your
I will lay across the stones of your
the tide comes crawling
Throw my on the fire
Make my bed the eye of your moon
Until the tide crawling back

A hand on silver granite ways
Will my broken limbs and bend my haze
I'm sleeping in the silence of your
I'm the peril of my only choice

Colorful and falling from mouth
Like a painted fever in
a lie without the pain

On a pillow of bones
I will lay the stones of your shore
Until the tide crawling
Throw my pillow on the
my bed under the eye of your moon
Until the tide crawling back

Even though the truth can burn or fall behind
I will through your open mind
And you will find no lie can
the tide comes crawling

On a of your bones
I will lay across the of your shore
Until the tide crawling
Throw my on the fire
Make my bed the eye of your moon
the tide comes crawling

On a pillow of bones
I will lay the stones of your shore
Until the tide comes crawling