Luyện nghe bài hát Winteryear

(dedicated to Abhinanda)

A winteryear, five years before the
after the end of history
There's a vulcano
Couloring the
Its is cut off
The drinks its altarwine

The penetrates
The virginity
In the
Of

In halls
Empty echoes between the walls
As champagne down dried throats
Dance to the songs of living
They knock at splintered doors

dignity
A creature itself
falls the belief
In

Men weep and die
Men breed and women
The library goes up in
left but trivial remains
Lines drawn with greedy
The is on the phone - an infection
The gun lights a cigarette
To the loss

I rather live for
die for nothing
If the river nearby
count me in