Luyện nghe bài hát Half Moons, Half Centuries

From the he threw with the languages unknown,
the words of truth and the of fools.
the man of black for the back of his hands,
where in numbers fourteen and two fours.

From below the stairway, he the door
the torches were lit a fire, his marks were more.

He the room, lighting the walls of stone
as the cohort at the were pounding for his blood
the candle in his left and the in his right
his spoke the names and his hands were all a light.

The man called of
his hands were the night
the night of moon

And the moon in blood,
and his words pierced fragile heart.

The man called of
his hands lighting the night
the night of the dead

They were many at the door, he spoke towards,
the icon at the aisle, was the night he adored.