Luyện nghe bài hát The Killing Jar

Down where this man seeks his sustenance
Down in the blue, midnight
A glass cuts through the water
into his twisted roots

Then his eyes spring fireflies
Breathing life into a disguise
Needles and sins, sins and
He's for air in the wishing well

Dust to rust, on gashes
Hand around the jar
Hand around the jar

A soft hoodwink of shadows, the size of
Punches through his spike of
A glass hand cuts through the
Snuffing out the fury

from inside bolt lightning cries
Swiftly crushed the final, sighs
and sins, sins and needles
He's for air in the wishing well

to rust, ashes on gashes
Hand the killing jar
Hand around the jar

around the killing jar
Hand the killing jar

Hand around the jar
around the killing jar

The jar