Luyện nghe bài hát Silent Thunder

My bed is the garden voices all meet
Hands skim through the water beneath my
Stones like wash away the hours
The hands on my clock, sex, flowers

Thunder pries me to sleep
Falling the edge so

And if my eyes shy from the
My will taste of unripened fruit
without a language call from the past
The future was the day before the

Silent Thunder me to sleep
the edge so steep