Luyện nghe bài hát Empire

Oh, the calling,
Trying to his voice,
hes preaching to the choir,
And choir is death and noise.

And he closes up his fist, and he if they exist.

Angels broken wings,
harmonies she sings.
She brings you daffodils,
You place them on windowsill.

Then you up your fist, and you see if they exist.

Well you sit in forests,
Youve there for quite a while.
And when they come to you,
You sit and smile.

You say, Hey, you take this. Im see if you exist.

Oh its time to here,
And I still my knife,
And its up against my body,
Tonights be the night.

And I cut my own wrist, to see if I exist.