Luyện nghe bài hát Hands Of A Dyingman

This on...

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

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

Another lingers overhead
Now that I know the cold
From the of a dying man

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

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

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

And for those who still speak names in
My only justice in knowing
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 of those who carry on

One day know a touch so cold
And youll embrace it all
And inside is what you own
This is where it all strikes