Luyện nghe bài hát Black Sky

The trees are
Each time a made
They three mystics
The earth from her grave

To tell us the has been stolen away
By diggers, and sellers
We won't stop till underneath the black sky

He my picture
In the sun
My was tempted
To crumble one

of dust until creation's done
Returning to ashes
We stop till we're underneath the black sky

La, la, la
La, la, la
La, la, la

The the intrigue
Self-slaughtered
Cry out to poor men
For a drink at the hole

Their will burn dry
As the day they were for forests
into deserts
We won't till we're underneath the black sky

La, la, la
La, la, la
La, la, la
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