Luyện nghe bài hát Winteryear

(dedicated to Abhinanda)

A winteryear, five years before the
Just after the end of
There's a headless
the sidewalk
Its is cut off
The sewer drinks its

The penis
The virginity
In the
Of

In civilisation
Empty words echoes between the
As champagne swills down throats
Dance to the songs of dead
They knock at your doors

dignity
A creature itself
Here the belief
In

Men and women die
Men and women sleep
The goes up in flames
Nothing left but trivial
Lines drawn with greedy
The words is on the - an infection
The gun lights a cigarette
To the loss

I rather for something
die for nothing
If the runs nearby
count me in