Luyện nghe bài hát A Map of All Our Failures

I'm unaware of a
From my errant dark red
Too deep to be spoken
I bury a word in my heart

Frost etched the tall
I have been cold for a long
Borne upon winters

There are here, many of them
I am staggered at their of me

I lie in fear
I call the to tend me
I the form of my sins

And drained of motion, the air avoids me
And void of notion, to perceive
Mouth barely open, almost fearing to
And there is no sound at all

Just there, to the left, his rose
I always he was coming
Takes the vacant beside me
With golden hands he moved the from my face