Luyện nghe bài hát Hands Of A Dyingman

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Before me lies a soul
A at the end of a lonely road
Such a cruel fate yet he has no fear
As the sands of fall like tears

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

crow lingers overhead
Now that I the cold touch
From the of a dying man

Death devours never
fed, never repenting
Robbed of justice, stripped
this all it what it must take

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

Ill your forgiveness
For the youve done
youve felt the coldest touch
From the hands of a man

And for those who still speak in vain
My only lies in knowing
Theyll eat every word!

So now ill use to...
Strengthen, the inside of me
Strengthen, what you can see
Strengthen, my
In of those who choose to carry 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 youll it all alone
And whats inside is you own
This is where it all strikes