Luyện nghe bài hát Thirst

There was
were pleas
There rumors of meaning in meaningless things
Widows their marital beds
of bastards gnawed at your breast
The filthy are to be showered in love
The world's mad
We dress them in furs as they travel the
wear rags
You blessed our
We you in
But you had come to a where the plague had been
It burrowed your graces and aires
It took your
It hawked wares
The stoic are first to be covered in and life goes on
But when it don't anymore I'll see you in hell I am god
God damn it,
don't love you like I do
But I don't know you like
They don't you like I do
They love you
I know you
hostile deed is your debt
It's not
Every hostile is your debt
not mine