Luyện nghe bài hát The Butcher

The pinecone me what to do and I obeyed
Remind Apollo of the whom he flayed
I asked the butcher if he ever felt
counting organs in the body the flesh is stripped away

Without a
Without a body or a
a mind
Without a body or a and useless mind

The usefulness of being still has come and
just like the jolt of cruel dreams before the
Or like that melting piece of ice you sit
number than the feathers of a molting yellow swan

Without a
Without a or a mind
a mind
Without a body or and useless mind

I guess I'm sick I get up I try and try
I wipe the out mascara from my eyes
I hear the that people sing before they die
There is a world above the blankets that are out the sky

a mind
Without a body or a
Without a
a body or a numb and useless mind

In the streets glass is ground into a powder fine
the drifting wind will blow it grinding through mind
The curbs where skulls have cracked and teeth been realigned
Old trees where multitudes of pissing dogs the sublime

a mind
Without a body or a
a mind
Without a body or a numb and mind