Luyện nghe bài hát The Wilde Flowers

Sun high, I turn away
Failure
Heart is sick and fever is
Waiting for a

Like a trail of to me
I watch them from
Feeding, breeding,
me I am wrong

Hiding discovery
Staring down into the
Had seen the posion in me
A tide of spite be found

Moving faster gaze
on my sanity
A of sand against endless waves
A for the slaughter of conformity

Blinding as the flames grow higher
skin on a funeral pyre
Blinding light as the flames higher
Searing skin on a funeral

Inside me sleeps a violence to be freed

Blinding as the flames grow higher
Searing on a funeral pyre
Blinding light as the flames grow
Searing skin on a funeral

Blinding light and the flames higher
Searing skin on a pyre
Should I speak and they'll me a liar
I'll retreat to my funeral

My sanctuary, a thousand
I'm not waiting, I'm tired of
I'm not waiting, I'm of waiting
I'm not waiting, I'm tired of
I'm not