Luyện nghe bài hát Hands Of A Dyingman

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Before me lies a wounded
A sprit at the end of a lonely
Such a fate looms yet he has no fear
As the sands of existence fall like

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

Another crow lingers
Now that I know the cold
From the hands of a man

devours never resting
Never fed, never
Robbed of justice, faith
Accepting all it what it must take

So pass your
An cast stones
But only once youve the hands of a dying man

Ill your forgiveness
For the wrong youve
Once youve felt the coldest
From the hands of a man

And for who still speak names in vain
My justice lies in knowing
Theyll eat every word!

So now ill use to...
Strengthen, the fight of me
Strengthen, beyond you can see
Strengthen, my
In of those who choose 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 is what you own
is where it all strikes home