Luyện nghe bài hát This Syrup to Exchange

It's a early
His teeth are
And cleanse hands to hunt and hold
The sun
Imagined
A shelter I sleep

There are many
To cloud my
But no
It's heavy like a tipping

day
On a bloodied
noise and brick surround
Tradition
In the soil
As a rock is in the mud

The skin
Of my earth
It keeps the at bay

This sweet
And to exchange me
My spirit has
Crippled, dampened,

As it
The syrup my eyes
The days faces to black
And I feel
And I can't
For my anymore

And I return to an open
Where blanket shielded me

This syrup sweet and to exchange me
My spirit has
Crippled, dampened,