Luyện nghe bài hát Pomona For Empusa

Are we connected or was it just a plot,
to get yourself off, and that I'm not
when it happens.
(she said)
I can't begin to say how I am,
I never meant for to happen.
the Sun down, the knives come out..

I'm on the island you me on,
such a sickening of sand;
no lifeboats, no off.

We give up, we give in, we take what we
trapped deep without a second chance.
we give up, we give in, withought
Jesus Christ, was I thinking?

oh lungs desperatley filled by someone
and sad,
because you your lover,
be back.
all these , useless and absurd
a sight of this,
makes the and the water sick.

Shall I rejected or end up drunk and soft
Like a bitter old man sunk in his
not to get caught.
(he says)
I know you didn't miss the sound I made;
simple,and sad, and easy to fake.
the liquids down, the knives out.

I'm on the you left me on,
such a sickening strip of
no lifeboats, no off.

We give up, we in, we take what we can;
trapped deep without a second chance.
We give up, we in, withought thinking;
I'll be there the you go down.

oh lungs desperatley filled by someone
and sad,
because you your lover,
be back.
all words , useless and absurd
Such a of this,
the harbor and the water sick.

I understand reasons,
for awkward dance.
I'd me, too,
if I thought I had the chance.

I cry aloud to sheets they grip back tight.
i fall asleep to the of my own life.
If I drink this bottle enough,
I might get lucky and won't wake up.