Luyện nghe bài hát Foolsong

That who digs his own grave
Im trying to find my way out!
But if its the way
Ill sleep in bed Ive made.

The kids fallen on blades
Its too to figure out
Its too for babies to beg for their beds

Its too late to ignore the storm up
Its too to see my way out
Now all I can do about anything
Is dig down
down

When we finally
Well burn our bodies on
A tower of and sawdust will lie
our castles were made