Luyện nghe bài hát Santies

She was so
Since her mother, with time,
her
She was a

She was so
Of everything she
And she did
For her mother, with time

Everything her mother
White time
And
Her mother was greedy dirt

Then she heard choirs of
Singing choirs of
Greedy
Spitting on her failure
That of failure
As if it was medicine that work
Any way

The
They were
And the midwives had locked their
They understand
And after all, what was to understand?
But the
choirs of angels
In a
No, more than a
It was a
A made in the grave

In the shivering
The searching of the river
That bullet of
That
her so cockleshell and sure
Sick and of what she saw
But cockleshell and

Sure of what the world had a tired soul
From to madrid
From reykjavik, to
To leipzig, to
To shanghai, pnonm
All so that it would be a world
A strong, loving, world
To die in