Luyện nghe bài hát Cantos

["I'll write the of the world"]

In cryogenic I lost my sense, I lost my soul
Experiencing craziness has made my turn cold
For centuries and more, I've searched my for perfect words
take my chance or live forever in a world of hurt

Impalement on a of thorns is definitely an option
I the Beast to write my cantos without interruption
The is split, parts roaming back through time and space
And is to be lured out of its hiding place

I'll the pain with open mind,
otherwise I'd die inside
The perfect in my life
I know the to the future,
Now is to be by us
The seven pilgrims of

On the of suicide the butchery began
And writting came back to me again
The of my muse had ceased with all the killing
The cantos only lived through all the the Beast was spilling
My poem bruned, destroyed in screams of misery
And so, i'll my inspiration on the shining tree

I'll the pain with open mind,
otherwise I'd die inside
The perfect in my life
I know the to the future,
Now is to be by us
The seven pilgrims of

"With flying to the sky
I realize the why"