Luyện nghe bài hát Solanka

Dolls and shells, and shells.
Three sheets to the wind, and by fortunes twisted spells.
An empty hand for a lifeless eye glimmer lost and wasted and spent on hallowed ties.
I to the converting with a tounge less disconcerting
and a pulled forth from ashes scattered when the fruits of our labour hardly mattered.
The poor of solanka.
Crash head in a blur of demons lost and fired fed
betting these inches of rope on a new machine left for dead.
Wasting years praying for solanka an mind embracing spirits of another kind