Luyện nghe bài hát A Map of All Our Failures

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

Frost etched the tall
I been cold for a long time
Borne upon shoulders

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

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

And of motion, the air itself avoids me
And of notion, unable to perceive
Mouth open, almost fearing to breathe
And there is no sound at all

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