Luyện nghe bài hát Santies

She was so
her mother, white with time,
her
She was a

She was so
Of everything she
And she did
For her mother, with time

around her mother
White with
And
Her was greedy with dirt

Then she heard choirs of
Singing of angels
angels
Spitting glory on her
That of failure
As if it was medicine that work
Any way

The
They were
And the midwives had their doors
They understand
And after all, was there to understand?
But the
Sheer choirs of
In a
No, than a friendship
It was a
A made in the grave

In the night
The of the river continued
That bullet of
That
Found her so cockleshell and
Sick and of what she saw
But and sure

Sure of what the world had a tired soul
From istanbul to
From reykjavik, to
To leipzig, to
To shanghai, pnonm
All so that it would be a world
A strong, though loving,
To die in