Luyện nghe bài hát Vertigo

Destined as the to the night where
your moon dreams of the and the
sharp tongue of your will is only
congruent with the in your mouth and
the eulogy of the world. Lost
in the patterns of youth and the of
your aches comes back to you. And
the forging of change no difference.
Memories fly through the mask of life
shielding you from time. The years
the shell that you gained. Hunched
over in grief with a disregard for
steps except the one back. Perched
up on a rope crafted in / a sword
wielding death buried your hope.
on light through the blinds. A
slave to under a monarch in the sky.
Lost in the patterns of youth the
windows brightly back at you.