Luyện nghe bài hát Santies

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

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

Everything her mother
White with
And
Her mother was greedy with

Then she choirs of angels
Singing choirs of
Greedy
glory on her failure
That of failure
As if it was medicine that didn't
Any way

The
were closed
And the midwives had locked doors
didn't understand
And after all, was there to understand?
But the
choirs of angels
In a
No, more a friendship
It was a
A marriage in the grave

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

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