Luyện nghe bài hát Hands Of A Dyingman

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Before me lies a soul
A sprit at the end of a lonely
Such a cruel looms yet he has no fear
As the sands of existence fall like

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

Another crow overhead
Now I know the cold touch
From the of a dying man

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

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

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

And for who still speak names in vain
My justice lies in knowing
eat every fucking word!

So now ill use to...
Strengthen, the fight of me
Strengthen, what 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
in the names of those who carry on

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