Luyện nghe bài hát Harlequin

Try, seeker, try
To find this of mine
I weave a simple
Take care to my flight
Place fingers here to guide me
me under
One must the other
See the way I
Can change
The end knows who come
But each can run with us
your fingers here to guide me
Guide me
One must lead the
Walk here softly through this
Or never follow me into my
are no words, so watch
As I strip away layers, I strive to paces,
I reel from image, a product of loss
Bearing away my wholeness, by my own hands
Offer a useless to satisfy demands
Paint me again so deeply, illusions from
Make me a tragic for the dye inside my skin
Sorry you never asked me, sorry you tried
Grief you hold so will pass away in time
Shards of my identity here upon the ground
Fragments of a tragedy dig in coarse to bring me
in my agony reaching in to pick them out
Holding on so desperately 'til they cut inside and
In this of my misery, in the vessel of my doubt
In the court of suffering, in the hall where I am bound
To servants of a history as they circle all around
stand in their delight
I lay my hands upon these and cry in empty ridicule
Broken words and Hollow truths I've inside a sorrowful embrace
Cruel
my claim
So stay
Stay
(away...)