Luyện nghe bài hát Trinkets Pale of Moon

By the landfill I
I burn their clothing before I dig the ground
I am Janus-faced with vines
wish you hadn't run

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

And these trinkets pale of moon
senescent charms become a bludgeon of
when I nurse tired heart

And every time you the screams
of lullabies
walk the echo and let it hold you trembling

gourds are punctured easily
amnesia fumes in little of silk
induce this multistrobe melody
wish you hadn't run

I sing here at the urn
my father taught me when I was
you wear the tattered fringe of regalia
wish you hadn't run

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

And every time you the scream
of collapsing
walk towards the echo and let it hold you