Luyện nghe bài hát Every Hour Wounds

Walking on the ground, rope tightly around the neck
Raven-bird on shoulder waiting for the pick
Chasing for the shadows, ideal that does not
On the endless road to nowhere

Let the sounds and light wash
Bathe the darkest corners of
Blow burning flames into your
Reveal the between the lines

In this world every hour
Every draws blood
Every moment delivers
If you so

In world every hour kills
minute seeps despair
There is nothing but
If you so

Walking on the ground,
Rope around the neck
Flock of vultures above,
Waiting for the
Reaching through the sky
For the brightest
Seeking for the
From the that never dawns

by empty promises
Charmed by hollow
No truth or could be found
Nothing but numbered in me

Gods are great, but the heart, the heart is
From our wounds they're born, from our they grow
are strong, but the mind, the mind is stronger
In our scars they dwell, but in our hearts they