Luyện nghe bài hát Santies

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

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

Everything her mother
White with
And
Her was greedy with dirt

Then she choirs of angels
Singing of angels
angels
Spitting glory on her
That of failure
As if it was medicine didn't work
Any way

The
were closed
And the midwives had their doors
They didn't
And after all, what was there to
But the
choirs of angels
In a
No, than a friendship
It was a
A made in the grave

In the night
The searching of the continued
That of searchlight
That
Found her so and sure
and tired of what she saw
But cockleshell and

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