Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Hate, Warm Blood

Late last night at rest my mate
I'm by a victim of hate
A spectoral group, yet one and the same
would never live
Nor would they a name
A baby too young to or to talk
Rocked to sleep with a big, heavy
Becomes a tot with a glare
Sucked life by a shortage of air

A child beyond time gender
Metamorphing to
Each shape for one and still
No end to how each be killed

By chance in the i'm all of these
Each to fall prey unnerving ease
To who knows which marasmus
It asked at once
And the answers

To things far removed my experience
Or need to and thus it thanked me
For sparing it multiplicitous masques
And life's laborious tasks

January, born alas
February, still frail as glass
March a formative period you must
April child, in god,
May comes and goes and shortlived is the
June is the mark of your rope
July fears end of time
child in slow decline
September, sense to fail
October's child, the ails
November's malingers on
child is dead and gone