Luyện nghe bài hát From Behind The Blinding Sun

Where a carnal shell so groans
A ghost of love the thirsting mind does
We all create rooms in a room that us

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

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

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

Where poorness shouts the is driven
Her face, dead stonework of cold disdain
We all rooms in a room that coerces us

arise from behind the blinding sun
Withered roses tell an story
Whispering ugly truths from Mother

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

Tales arise from the blinding sun
Withered roses tell an story
Whispering ugly truths from Earth