Luyện nghe bài hát Guild Of Mute Assassins

Organ, organ, organ grinder's
Shaking their in time
Guild of assassins
Will convene at a to nine

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Baby, on a with silver
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 with a
recites the oath

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

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

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

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