Luyện nghe bài hát Dirge

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

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

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

I went out on lower
And I that place within
That hollow place where weep
And angels play sin

your songs of freedom
And man stripped
Acting out his
While his is being whipped

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

There are who worship loneliness
I'm not one of
In age of fiberglass
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 a useful thing
You did for me
'Cept pat me on the back one
When I was on my

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

So your praise of progress
And of the doom
The truth is still taboo
Whenever it can be

Lady luck who on me
Will you where I'm at
I hate myself for you
But I get over that