Luyện nghe bài hát Soft White Throat

A voyeur in league with the great thief
In an overthrow of woven
in to rob the prayers
She to the air with thin deliberation

Spare me the wolves
Clawing past my
Tear me the ghouls
That start to gnaw my

her heart
And beat that spoke
I kissed her risen,
Soft throat
white throat

Incense lit at feet
Has burnt so sickly sweet
As the fragrance of her
When her lips met death such imagination

me to the moon
The dour toll of
Scare me their boon
Of winters bitter

her fear
I beneath her coat
Of soft meat on
Soft throat

Crepuscular, the in her
supernova
Setting maps
Before her ran colder

And muscular, the thrust
In her over
Covering her
I saw an lift her coma

I fell to
Of a bestial that once
Teaching grief jaded pupils
Now shone like celestial glass in hell, in

And doused in the glow her parting gift
Never there lay, with curves like
A so frozen in bliss
Slumped to the dead to a standing ovation

Spare me the wolves
Clawing past my
Tear me from the
start to gnaw my fingers

Following her
And every beat spoke
I her risen, naked
Soft throat
Soft white

Crepuscular, the in her
supernova
Setting aflame
Before her veins ran

And muscular, the thrust
In her over
her cracks
I was the on her shoulder

Lord I cry, before I die
Grant me the taste of
One final time I should hide
When call me from above

And should remorse not my course
From debt, wept
Will ask no more of you my
Save my soul in hell is kept