Luyện nghe bài hát At Sixes And Sevens

In of strife
you seem to lose it all, and more
No waning life can it
make the world a better place to thrive
nor can I keep on

You're on the wane in winds
with a winters within
You're unveil its weary eyes
Sun in somber skies

Your desires brought to fire
where your withering has been mourned
For a years, where the pain blend with ire
and the night enflames us

"Walk down the narrow
Years of
Feel life's soul-inflicting hurt again"

You're now
You make it somewhat divine
Your eyes are somewhat healing
You make it the less a strife now
A precious cease persisting

on the wane and eden's hewn
falter still under a moon
Your tears they upon life's shore
until the day you no more

Sunset's on the
In life we the same
sundown comes around
stalking on hollowed ground
Endarkened souls
together at the end of
the new divine
or suffer lifetime

I can the flames
the lick me in vain
My life be regained
not now, nor then, nor ever
We cross our feeble
the day our souls
move in strangest ways
We somewhat, somehow in every day