Luyện nghe bài hát Funeral Dreams

The poems I wrote for the few years
nothing, but vague prophecies
But they abode they promised
So be careful what you wish for, you get it...

Some guys, they just give up
And start little by little, piece by piece
guys bury their hopes beneath disrooted trees
But most of them die a wretched death near these streets...

My got stolen... ...so hail to the thief
Irony causes laughter, but laugther pain
These mountains, one day, will the sea
But I witness, I won't neighter hear nor see...

I can already hear the clatter behind my ears
I can feel the flames searing all evidence
we have lost this battle doesn't mean we've lost the war
But only when we've everything, we'll be free to leave...
...we'll be to leave...

We the thirst of swans in the summer
We shared alignment, the lack after
This city will be the of me...
To be will be the death of me...

I can never regret, I can sorrow, but at least it's not the same thing
I take heavy at heart, although it was out of our hands...