Luyện nghe bài hát Bitter Harvest

A moment of
It spoke to me in
It spoke to me of
Of destitution, and of
Where night, it ever
to come
To the misery of the day

whores
Expose their stinking
to a race of man...
whores for all..., in
Death soon bind
These soul froms of men
To the of their kind

To all their lives again
They die in the very
way...
Clinging to a hope that
A place beyond the
May repay suffering
And pain
In a way that no whore ever ease
The of the day...