Luyện nghe bài hát From Behind The Blinding Sun

Where a carnal so sadly groans
A ghost of the thirsting mind does wish
We all create rooms in a room coerces us

A swampland bears a weeping
His yearning, a beggars room of
We all create in a room that coerces us

Tales arise from behind the sun
Withered tell an unheard story
ugly truths from Mother Earth

An unloved harlot that lover kisses
He for illusions of the unleashed soul
We all rooms in a room that coerces us

Where poorness the harlot is driven
Her face, just dead stonework of disdain
We all create in a room that coerces us

Tales arise from the blinding sun
roses tell an unheard story
Whispering ugly from Mother Earth

But moneybags do rule in twilight
High there almighty walls out a threat
We all rooms in a room that coerces us

Tales arise from behind the sun
Withered roses tell an story
Whispering ugly from Mother Earth