Luyện nghe bài hát We Dream Like Lions

We like lions
Warm in the
from the kill
Tiny teeth and
We like lions

Deep the loam
The of his soul
Ash on the glass
Broken but whole

A of barbwire
A frozen of fire
Oh, so

We dream lions
and above
The little lambs
look a lot like us
We dream like

The dark poles of the weeping trees cradle him close in the heavy breeze. Crumbs for the crows, slow empire of worms. We sing the cry of countless broken souls, "the is made of razorblades, they choke on the words they'll never say, I wish it could change, but it will always be this way."

We like lions
Warm in the
Fresh from the
teeth and claws
We dream lions

We like lions
and above
The wooly little
That look a lot us
We dream like