Luyện nghe bài hát Virus Meadow

Rattled chime, ringing echo
Roll in virus meadow
Suck enchanted nightshade
Hear the bells us chime
Sinking sermon, head murmurs
Holy words across the
Kissed the plagues' rolling hand
Through his lips the virus
And the rooks, they to follow him
he goes
Flapping in the sky
Shrieking in the
Hanging from the sky
Dangling the sun
The rooks, they to follow him
he goes
Nodding thistle, sun dew
Swansneck woman, meadow
Aching shoulders and grow
As the from ditches toll
And the skin wrapped limbs
Of the brothers
Struggling....
the empty crack of morning
Of the brothers...
Of the brothers....

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