Luyện nghe bài hát A Torrent Of Fears

As a sad
and slides
In a bright
a kind life
Under a flapping
Of steam of

And in bar
He fails and
And in burning
Alcohol he sinks
his misfortune,
His and his fear

Il dans l'alle royale,
ses sujets,
prend la timbale
Le et la couronne,
Il se sert, se bat et

Flames are in his brain
Of madman.

Et
il dans la danse des sicles,
Et d'un immense,
il rgne sur ces esprits
au regard si vide,
pauvre peuple

Dans sa folie de
qui le mne la mort,
une horde avanant,
gmissante,
Se et coups de poings,
s'entre-tuant.

a leftover smoke
from a put out
A torrent of fears him
his laugh that rings
As an old bell out of
and in the whistling wind,
A tune on the reef
and he sniggers like this
Which is strutting in marsh
where wise men get
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