Luyện nghe bài hát Hands Of A Dyingman

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me lies a wounded soul
A sprit at the end of a road
Such a fate looms yet he has no fear
As the sands of existence fall tears

All joy had
All contempt was
Once I the hands
Hands of a man

crow lingers overhead
Now I know the cold touch
the hands of a dying man

Death devours resting
Never fed, repenting
of justice, stripped faith
Accepting this all it what it must

So your judgement
An cast stones
But only once youve held the of a dying man

Ill grant forgiveness
For the wrong youve
Once youve felt the coldest
From the of a dying man

And for those who still speak in vain
My only justice lies in
Theyll eat fucking word!

So now ill use to...
Strengthen, the inside of me
Strengthen, what you can see
Strengthen, my
In honour of those who to carry on
I strengthen, the fight of me
Strengthen, what you can see
Strengthen, my
in the names of those who carry on

One day know a touch so cold
And embrace it all alone
And whats inside is you own
is where it all strikes home