Luyện nghe bài hát Dark February

In the dire obscurity of dark February, there lowers a fog of uncertainty
On a thin gasp of wind known to me.
My shivering sigh a shadow far and wide.
The frigid, leaden sky immobile, petrified.
I attempt to seek out the source of ancient curse by bad-tempered Gods,
Of how the Moon keeps on its course without being stopped by the of dogs.

Oh my love, I am in my marble dressing gown.
Cold, the oldest season, hold me when the sun down.

As this hesitant haze, it deepens, under a of doubt, I've been sleeping.
Here, our begins,
Where the tears that are are kept for safe-keeping.
say it will come to an end.
Then all things will again.
In this eggshell atmosphere, is so very thin,
20 thousand million needles begin vibrating...
My frigidity has eclipsed by the severity of my trembling lips.
Although I locked my heart at dusk, I open it again when the light comes in.

Oh my love, I'm in my marble dressing gown.
Cold, the oldest season, hold me when the sun down.