Luyện nghe bài hát Hands Of A Dyingman

This on...

Before me a wounded soul
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 the hands
of a dying man

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

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

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

Ill your forgiveness
For the wrong done
Once youve felt the touch
From the of a dying man

And for those who speak names in vain
My only justice lies in
eat every fucking word!

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

One day youll know a touch so
And youll it all alone
And whats inside is you own
This is where it all home