Luyện nghe bài hát A Map of All Our Failures

I'm of a response
From my dark red soul
Too to be spoken aloud
I bury a right in my heart

etched the tall windows
I have cold for a long time
Borne winters shoulders

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

I lie in complete
I call the to tend me
I forget the of my sins

And of motion, the air itself avoids me
And void of notion, unable to
Mouth barely open, fearing to breathe
And is no other sound at all

Just there, to the left, his shadow
I always knew he was
Takes the vacant beside me
With golden he moved the hair from my face