Luyện nghe bài hát The Hanged Man

Put arms around my neck
just a pathetic lace of death
displays a tarot deck
I am the of the hanged man

and here I
a flame on my hand
do you

If is hope for me
she is flirting the breeze
on a choreography
with the dead arms of some old southern

silently, lips against me
silently, wanna with me?

And it you wanna know
if in all the stories the truth is told

And it makes you reborn
and like a snake crawl every season
Into a form

When you can kill me,
you can still cure me. Cure me.

Put your lace my face
just like a
the blank of my closed eyes
you can the rope within

And it makes you know
how have you truly flown

And it makes you ride
through the suicide of someone
already dead

Still you with me, silently

and it makes you disclaim
something you had really never

and it makes you stay
forever tangled in the arms of some hanged man

I stand. To understand.
Violently. I have you me.