Luyện nghe bài hát A Torrent Of Fears

As a sad
and slides
In a bright
Pursing a life
Under a rain
Of steam of

And in bar
He and drinks
And in burning
Alcohol he sinks
his misfortune,
His anxiety and his

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

Flames are falling in his
Of madman.

Et
il dans la danse des sicles,
Et pouvoir immense,
il rgne sur ces esprits
au regard si vide,
pauvre oubli

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

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