Luyện nghe bài hát Forging Sympathy

A mass of breathing
For times are
judgement on my sentence
As I my dying day
me a promise.
The word I never hear
Sympathies forging, in me

I'm all the doors
While my frown
I reach my golden haven
I'll let the pass my way

the words of angels, to a darker side of man

My halo's with all the sin I deal
Have I been banished, `a

Sear, the tender feeling as my glow dies
And I'm for my sweet hell
You'll for `your' hell, I wish you hell...

In time the corrodes
Our brains are
And this which we serve in
Will be a to our pains

Preaching the words of angels, to a darker of man