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 cruel fate looms yet he has no
As the of existence fall like tears

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

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

Death never resting
fed, never repenting
Robbed of justice, faith
Accepting this all it it must take

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

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

And for those who speak names in vain
My justice lies in knowing
Theyll eat fucking word!

So now ill use to...
Strengthen, the inside of me
Strengthen, beyond 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
Always in the of those who carry on

One day youll a touch so cold
And embrace it all alone
And whats is what you own
This is where it all home