Luyện nghe bài hát Pink Bullets

I was just bony hands as cold as a pole
You held a warm stone out new flowing blood to
Oh a contrast you were
To the in the halls
My timid fingers held a decent animal.

the ramparts you tossed
The scent of your skin and some foreign
Tied to a
Sweet as a
The have been short but the days were long.

Cool of a temperate from dark skies to wet grass
We fell in a field it now a thousand summers passed
When our kite lines first
We tied into knots
And to fly apart
We had to cut off.

Since then been a book you read in reverse
So you understand as the pages turn
Or a so crass
And cast
That I could be the star.

I don't look as much as a rule
And all this way before murder was
But memory is here and I'd like it to stay
Warm light on a day.

Over the ramparts you
The scent of your and some foreign flowers
to a brick
Sweet as a
The years have been short but the go slowly by
Two kites falling from the sky
to the ground and an end to flight.