Luyện nghe bài hát A Map of All Our Failures

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

Frost etched the windows
I been cold for a long time
upon winters shoulders

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 itself me
And void of notion, unable to
Mouth open, almost fearing to breathe
And is no other sound at all

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