Luyện nghe bài hát Pink Bullets

I was just bony hands as as a winter pole
You held a warm out new flowing blood to hold
Oh what a you were
To the in the halls
My timid young held a decent animal.

Over the ramparts you
The of your skin and some foreign flowers
to a brick
Sweet as a
The years have been short but the were long.

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

Since then it's a book you read in reverse
So you less as the pages turn
Or a movie so
And awkardly
That I could be the star.

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

Over the ramparts you
The scent of your skin and foreign flowers
Tied to a
as a song
The years been short but the days go slowly by
Two loose falling from the sky
Drawn to the and an end to flight.