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 a word right in my heart

etched the tall windows
I have been cold for a long
Borne upon shoulders

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

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

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

there, to the left, his shadow rose
I knew he was coming
Takes the vacant chair me
With hands he moved the hair from my face