Luyện nghe bài hát Pink Bullets

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

the ramparts you tossed
The scent of your skin and some flowers
to a brick
Sweet as a
The years have been but the days were long.

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

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

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

Over the ramparts you
The scent of skin and some foreign flowers
Tied to a
as a song
The years have been but the days go slowly by
Two kites falling from the sky
to the ground and an end to flight.