Luyện nghe bài hát Prequel to the Sequel

The lover of three...
an affair...

The lady on the hill a glorious departure from her everyday life.
Constant of the ankles... A pleasant cry for help...
She to unfold her story.
A grieving widow mothered headless wonder.
A perfect crime, that soon lived on. A life it had to develop...
gripped by every limb it could hold, the lifeless ideas it grew it's own.
A much surrender.
Trees soon to grow from what seemed a lifeless neck...
From a monster to a beauty in months...
its seemed to be on its way to a rare freedom.
It decided it should take of this idea
(the average traveler at this every single day of their lives)
A mixture of paintings soon took in its body...
a none-the-less.
Walking proud through life its branches guide the way.
A path which seemed to be in sunshine...
it must be human, for its qualities seem to even the grandest occupant of the town...
this to catch the attention of the unbranched...
it had never experienced an affection of kind...
a and frightening new obstacle in its life.
Years went by as it found true love...
the of others... three to be exact.
Letting them into every secret... feeding every branch...
(This went on with no negative scents 'til the 5th came around...)
It its walking seemed more staggered than normal.
The breeze didn't flow like it to...
the heart to pound slower and slower...
What caused
It soon was noticed that three had torn every branch, every single stem...
to its last life...
how hadn't it noticed a change in the surroundings...
It didn't think anything go this wrong.

"Comfort..."

It thought life was constant happiness if constant was all that was given out.
(If left its entire existence up to three lovers)
Hints and all, did as they pleased...
and now starting to wilt away.
(They will see this LOST PERFECTION. It will come back around... will the newborn live to tell story? Rewind.)