Luyện nghe bài hát Guild Of Mute Assassins

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

Behind the house atop a scaffold
Stands a man with a bag for a
You will not have learned I return
To give my the chase

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

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

Widow in the furrow with
Hasn't seen her in years
into a puddled reflection
To find it is just as she's

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

The of its censers
The silence of its
Oh, the guild of assassins

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

Baby, on a with silver
Breath rises its lips
Beam of yellow light from a
And the of a silhouette

And in the cradle a stiletto
Rattles like a barrow of
A young with a passion
Silently the oath

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

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

The of their censers
The silence of its
Oh, the guild of assassins

From the places
That are so seen
Oh, the guild of mute