Luyện nghe bài hát Tongues

Tongues in me
Yours be the and the vile
neath my skin
Storm through my

I bury the nomad
in the earth
Couldn't exorcise these
Pecking

you say
Yet strikes
In strangest
As the viper in our

Tongue, throat,
Slayer of the
And stealer of

A reign of terrors
Throats slit up to stain the
We're food for the hounds of
Prey to the of stress

No left to retrieve
My language
through the illiterate
Fingers of

Flies let sickness be
From the hands of bedlam

On account of brightness
I made friends the word and the moon
Went with the tide and left for the
Of dead instruments thrown out of

The red patterns,
and even claw
Decoying pandemonic symmetry

Let a dissonant note
In the music of the
The streak of in the nuclear sky
whipping black tongues
Aching to me back to life

To their truths within me