Luyện nghe bài hát Dirge

I hate for lovin' you
And the weakness it showed
You were a painted face
On a trip down suicide

The stage was set, the lights out
All the old hotel
I hate myself for you
And I'm glad the fell

I hate foolish game we played
And the need was expressed
And the mercy you showed to me
Who ever would guessed?

I out on lower broadway
And I felt place within
That hollow place martyrs weep
And angels with sin

Heard songs of freedom
And man forever
out his folly
While his back is being

Like a in orbit
He's beaten 'til he's
All for a moment's
And it's a dirty, shame

There are those who worship
I'm not one of
In this age of
I'm for a gem

The crystal ball up on the
shown me nothin' yet
I've paid the of solitude
But at I'm out of debt

I can't recall a thing
You did for me
'Cept pat me on the back one
I was on my knees

We stared into others eyes
'Til one of us would
No use to
What difference would it

So sing your praise of
And of the doom
The truth is still taboo
it can be seen

Lady who shines on me
tell you where I'm at
I hate myself for you
But I should get over