Luyện nghe bài hát Pomona for Empuse

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 begin to say how I am,
I ment for this to happen.
Sun goes down, the knife out..

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

We give up, we give in, we take what we
we're trapped deep a second chance.
we give up, we give in, withought
Christ, what was I thinking?

Are these lungs desperatley by someone
and sad,
because you your lover,
won't be
Are these words and absurd?
Such a of this,
makes the and the water sick.

Shall I stay or in a drunken song?
Like a bitter old man in his fangs.
Try not to get caught.
(he said)
I know you didn't miss the that I made;
it's simple, sad, and easy to fake.
Live down, the knife come out.

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

We up, we give in, we take what we can;
we're trapped deep a second chance.
We give up, we give in, withought
be there the night you go down.

Are these desperatley filled by someone
and sad,
because you know lover,
be back?
Are these words and absurd?
Such a of this,
the harbor and the water sick.

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

I cry loud to these sheets grip back tight.
asleep to the sound of my own life.
If I drink this bottle enough,
I get lucky and won't wake up. [x2]