Luyện nghe bài hát Forging Sympathy

A of breathing souls
For are desolate
Passing on my sentence
As I my dying day
me a promise.
The I will never hear
Sympathies forging, in me

I'm all the doors
my frown remains
Until I my golden haven
I'll let the sadness my way

the words of angels, to a darker side of man

My fading with all the sin I deal
Have I banished, `a forgery'

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

In time the hate
Our are desolate
And this which we serve in
Will be a witness to our

Preaching the words of angels, to a side of man