Luyện nghe bài hát In Broken Images

Grotesque
With fine snow
this myth now melts
Through archways
it flows to see
heartache parching me
Burns my gaiety, tahng down golden mask
My tears ooze away on drifting

Through peace I stride and
Your thoughts caressed by fear
I hear some nightingales, sing
My withered dreams to

rose should never die
My grief onward, joy behind
But nature it to be gone
So tired my woe...

Stormy gusts of day
For death I beg
Ere that sun doth
Drown my sins'black

What freezings have I
what days seen in sleep a kind
Mounted on the wind your
comes to touch the

gusts of winter's day
For death I beg
Ere sun doth wake
Drown my sins' black

For never time leads summer
on my is slain
Withing this would which iron did
there a river whispering run
The very birds are
The dread the winter's
sings, they wet my eyes
Drown my world with earnestly

Too hot the eye of heaven
Anon, the tunnel I find
Praise vermilion in the rose
tree or stone doth want a soul?

Light, thy picture in my
It's held within his
grounded in my heart
Disguised in veils

Morning shadows away
How many mornings I seen?