Luyện nghe bài hát From Behind The Blinding Sun

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

A swampland a lovers weeping
His yearning, a room of memory
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

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

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

Tales from behind the blinding sun
Withered roses tell an unheard
Whispering truths from Mother Earth

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

arise from behind the blinding sun
Withered roses an unheard story
Whispering ugly truths from Earth