Luyện nghe bài hát The Wilde Flowers

Sun hangs high, I away
Failure
Heart is and fever is high
for a sound

Like a trail of to me
I watch them afar
Feeding, breeding,
Tell me I am

Hiding discovery
Staring into the ground
Had they the posion in me
A tide of spite wound be

Moving lingering gaze
Feasting on my
A grain of against endless waves
A wish for the of conformity

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

Inside me sleeps a violence to be freed

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

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

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