Luyện nghe bài hát Halls and Chambers

Victims of the renaissance
screamed in the of night.
The horror, the terror.
Ruler in Machiavellian
stole all of their days
to to sadness.

I still see eyes.
I still hear distant
among lingering on.

Gaze up high into the sky
from halls and chambers.
To the and to the winds I cry.

Soul's aglow in the of hue
miseries are still
and ever.
I caress the air
and all it bear
yearning and longing.

Far behind these castle
glories and fall,
for the lunacy.
Deep where the time weeps
is fast asleep
in shadows, in echoes.

Dim is the day for the grim and the
as destiny's unfair.
as a fay is the dawning of the day
at I forlornly do gaze.