Luyện nghe bài hát Filthy Angels

Drops of rain are lashing faces of
He is lying, he is no alive, not
He is not in a dream, not
at the moon
Like a tramp
By the rivers shore
Those pretty faces on the cover
Of the
of the moon
They went to better of reality
of the moon
Crying and weeping like those
in the doom
You were so pretty, so
I had to my lust
Please me
I can't myself
I am on grace
Staring at the
Like a tramp
By the deep shore
Daughters of the
went to better side of reality
Daughters of the
Crying and like those filthy
in the doom
Daughters of the
Gave him a tender and something more
Daughters of the
Killed him by the deep rivers
of the moon
They went to better side of
Daughters of the
and weeping like those filthy
Angels in the