Luyện nghe bài hát Thirst

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