Luyện nghe bài hát Half Moons, Half Centuries

From the stairway he threw 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.

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

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

The man of black
his were lightning the night
the of dead moon

And the wept in blood,
and his pierced it`s fragile heart.

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

They were many at the door, when he towards,
the at the aisle, was the night he ever adored.