Luyện nghe bài hát Dying Freedom

As a withered grips tight through fear
The cold rains
The reaping of silence, evolve for us to see

Overruled by a of patience, it's untold
That's the that has made us

Constructive powers desire
The last degree
at the surface, for all of us to hear

Gather round, the secrets you know
And the speech that blood flow
Blame desire, blame revenge

at the solemn shores
Where fools are born
Happiness is wasted, wasted blood and

Re-abuse infiltration. untold
Raping life other nations

The ritual explosive
Rewarding
Shells of empty faces, to be free

Dying free, the gather round
While the soul lays
Will the voices again?