Luyện nghe bài hát The Path Of Least Persistence (Figure II)

There your mother and her plague
What a display
Of a tongue
That wouldn't lend a
Though this dead was a act
With intact
she seeks the day to pass
With those stitches that you
You hold your of your doleful plea
Now there's left to recall
A title bestowed
Amongst someone you could never
In this plight of dismay
This thickness of your
She's a that's lost her way