Luyện nghe bài hát Dying Freedom

As a withered hand grips tight fear
The caressing rains
The reaping arms of silence, for us to see

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

Constructive powers desire
The last intense
Scratching at the surface, for all of us to

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

Standing at the solemn
Where blessed fools are
Happiness is wasted, wasted and tears

Re-abuse infiltration. untold
Raping from other nations

The explosive fires
Rewarding
of empty faces, crying to be free

Dying free, the spirits gather
While the soul underground
the voices call again?