Luyện nghe bài hát Kneading With Honey

O a breath to hold me
Silent is the harps (in play)
The laying of wedding sheets
the masters of my passions

me,
I am as wet as a eye
A before my sight
Lays naked through earth

So with nature's bosoms forgot
Our age like bare
Sisters, brothers of touch
Flatter to passing

Gather their scarlet
As passions lent me
Put a curse our bones
And beneath the shoulders

Crossing the rivers
The oak tree stands these years
I am naked here to from nature
And shade from males

I dance the hour

O how like glorys me
Its kindness, my eyes
these years
Yet us then hereafter

brides of scorn
Decorate them awe
Bekiss the breed
And to its virginity

Feed the with decay
For its shines kindly