Luyện nghe bài hát Guild Of Mute Assassins

Organ, organ, organ grinder's
Shaking their coins in
Guild of mute
convene at a quarter to nine

Behind the house atop a scaffold
Stands a man a bag for a face
You not have learned until I return
To give my executioner the

The swinging of its
The silence of its
Oh, the of mute assassins

From the in-between
That are so seldom
Oh, the of mute assassins

Widow in the with thimbles
Hasn't seen her in years
Kneels into a puddled
To it is just as she's feared

And 'In The Garden', the
above his head
You will not return until you have
What forgotten

The swinging of its
The silence of its
Oh, the of mute assassins

the places in-between
That are so seldom
Oh, the of mute assassins

Baby, on a threshold with
rises from its lips
Beam of light from a doorway
And the of a silhouette

And in the a wood stiletto
like a barrow of bones
A young journeyman a passion
Silently recites the

The swinging of its
The silence of its
Oh, the of mute assassins

From the in-between
are so seldom seen
Oh, the of mute assassins

The swinging of censers
The silence of its
Oh, the of mute assassins

From the in-between
are so seldom seen
Oh, the of mute assassins