Luyện nghe bài hát Dying Freedom

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

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

Constructive flow desire
The last degree
Scratching at the surface, for all of us to

Gather round, the that you know
And the speech that makes blood
desire, you'll blame revenge

Standing at the shores
Where blessed fools are
Happiness is wasted, wasted blood and

infiltration. it's untold
Raping life other nations

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

free, the spirits gather round
While the soul lays
the voices call again?