Luyện nghe bài hát Trinkets Pale of Moon

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

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

And with these pale of moon
senescent charms become a bludgeon of
when I your tired heart

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

Their gourds are easily
amnesia in little twists of silk
induce this with melody
you'll you hadn't run

I here at the seedy urn
my taught me when I was young
you the tattered fringe of hangnail regalia
wish you hadn't run

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

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