Luyện nghe bài hát Silent Thunder

My bed is the garden where all meet
Hands skim the water beneath my pillow
like rain wash away the hours
The on my clock, sex, wilted flowers

Thunder pries me to sleep
Falling the edge so

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

Silent Thunder me to sleep
Falling the so steep