Luyện nghe bài hát Behold! The Night Mare

I faced the fathoms in your
the suitors' quiet siege
Pulled down the just to
Please you, you
The wind blows, and I

I can't go on digging roses from grave
To linger on beyond the
Where the willows weep and the sleep
You'll me the coarse tide reflects sky

And the night rides on
And the night rides on
a December black psalm
And the night mare on

Where I is lost here
The wind blows, and I

All you to do is run away
And steal yourself me
Become a mystery to into
so cruel in all you do
But I believe, I believe in you

So may you with your own knives
You'll take me alive
With all the force of is true
Is there I can do?

I can't go on digging roses from grave
To on beyond the beyond
Where the weep and the whirlpools sleep
You'll me

And the night rides on
And the night mare on
With a December psalm
And the mare rides on

I've faced the fathoms in deep
Withstood the suitors' quiet
Pulled down the just to please you
To hold the I can't keep