Luyện nghe bài hát Stabbing Art To Death

Shall we use needles or knives to realign spine?
The tissue so rapidly
Perhaps it proves it is the time to cover up face
And at me to see if I am out of sight

Denying ventricle flow revel in your tonight
You're such a wonderful to know
And my name rest in utter disdain
My receives its wings for flight
You deceitfully stroll on just the same into your light

With music destroyed, only create noise
dissonance is all that you'll have left
We'll dance across its
The art of singing praise with knives of hope
And peace art to death

I've watched it on its
And seen the doctors shrug
withered up
The is black

No scalpel, pill or stitch, no religious sales
Will ever bring the art that's dying
And so we are the of this glowing lack of care
Our in one discord
We all cry out for and spit we clap
The are feeding back
My is filled with the one to whom I shout

And glowing you speak in the tongue
In sentiments of
And oh, the sweetest songs are
And the sweetest are told
So this virus and seek yourself
You it quite relentlessly when Sunday comes
You'll raise hands to sing a glorious sight to see

Yet I see art
I see her and I see you
And father you me to sing to you
You me to sing to you
Burn all the flags and the
and laugh

The light in your eyes reflects and I see
And all I to be for you I'll give everything
Just to linger on your lips and feel fingertips
You are an

Art is not the
Art is in our

And so I am the prince of sounds that make ears
My princess kiss me with sweet lips and lo
My heart sing if art is in yourself
Or in a at school if art is ego and selfishness
And at the mercy of tools

We sing sweet goodbyes in and screeches
And bury these in your heart
No or poems to let you live on
We've seen the last of art as servants and
We wash feet and cry out into the dark the noise, the beauty
The love you bring me these knives right into art

Art is not the
Art is in our

art to death