Luyện nghe bài hát Behold! The Night Mare

I faced the in your deep
Withstood the quiet siege
Pulled down the just to
Please you, you
The wind blows, and I

I can't go on roses from your grave
To on beyond the beyond
the willows weep and the whirlpools sleep
You'll find me the coarse tide sky

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

I fear is lost here
The blows, and I know

All you have to do is run
And steal from me
Become a mystery to gaze
so cruel in all you do
But I believe, I believe in you

So may you come with own knives
never 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 linger on beyond the
Where the weep and the whirlpools sleep
find me

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

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