Luyện nghe bài hát Trinkets Pale of Moon

By the landfill I
I burn clothing before I dig into the ground
I am denial with vines
you'll you hadn't run

Clarity is me
I the hums of tiny beating drums
I feigned at my bruising fist
you'll you hadn't run

And with these trinkets pale of
senescent charms a bludgeon of wrinkles
when I nurse your heart

And every time you hear the
of lullabies
towards the echo and let it hold you trembling

Their gourds are easily
fumes in little twists of silk
induce multistrobe with melody
you'll wish you run

I sing here at the urn
my taught me when I was young
you wear the tattered fringe of regalia
you'll wish you run

And with these pale of moon
senescent become a bludgeon of wrinkles
I nurse your tired heart

And every time you hear the
of lullabies
towards the echo and let it hold you trembling