Luyện nghe bài hát Silent Thunder

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

Silent pries me to sleep
Falling the edge so

And if my eyes shy the morning
My lips will taste of fruit
Words a language call from the past
The future was the day before the

Silent Thunder pries me to
Falling the edge so