Luyện nghe bài hát Trinkets Pale of Moon

By the landfill I
I burn their before I dig into the ground
I am Janus-faced denial vines
you'll you hadn't run

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

And with these trinkets pale of
senescent charms become a of wrinkles
when I your tired heart

And every time you hear the
of collapsing
walk towards the and let it hold you trembling

Their gourds are punctured
amnesia fumes in little twists of
induce this multistrobe with
wish you hadn't run

I sing at the seedy urn
my taught me when I was young
you wear the tattered fringe of regalia
you'll you hadn't run

And with these pale of moon
senescent charms become a of wrinkles
when I nurse your heart

And every you hear the scream
of lullabies
walk the echo and let it hold you trembling