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 blows, and I know

I go on digging roses from your grave
To linger on the beyond
Where the willows and the whirlpools sleep
You'll find me the coarse reflects sky

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

Where I fear is lost
The blows, and I know

All you to do is run away
And yourself from me
a mystery to gaze into
You're so in all you do
But I believe, I believe in you

So may you come your own knives
You'll never take me
all the force of what 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
find me

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

I've the fathoms in your deep
Withstood the suitors' siege
Pulled the heavens just to please you
To hold the flower I can't