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 was mine
I held the hands
Hands of a man

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

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

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

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

And for those who still speak in vain
My only justice 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 choose to on
I strengthen, the inside of me
Strengthen, what you can see
Strengthen, my
in the names of those who carry on

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