Luyện nghe bài hát The Wilde Flowers

Sun high, I turn away
underground
Heart is and fever is high
for a sound

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

Hiding discovery
Staring down the ground
Had seen the posion in me
A of spite wound be found

Moving faster gaze
on my sanity
A grain of sand against endless
A wish for the slaughter of

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

me sleeps a violence waiting to be freed

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

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

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 of waiting
I'm not