Luyện nghe bài hát Pomona For Empusa

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

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

We give up, we give in, we what we can;
we're trapped deep a second chance.
we give up, we in, withought blinking;
Jesus Christ, what was I

oh these lungs desperatley filled by
and sad,
because you know lover,
be back.
all these words , and absurd
Such a of this,
makes the harbor and the sick.

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

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

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

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

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

I cry aloud to sheets they grip back tight.
i fall to the sound of my own life.
If I drink bottle fast enough,
I might get lucky and won't up. [x2]