Luyện nghe bài hát In Broken Images

Grotesque
With fine snow
myth now melts away
Through bloody
it upstreams to see
this parching me
Burns my gaiety, tahng down it's golden
My tears ooze on drifting soil

Through I stride and flee
Your musing thoughts by fear
I hear nightingales, they sing
My withered dreams to

Beauty's rose should die
My grief lies onward, joy
But calls it to be gone
So with my woe...

Stormy of winter's day
For restful I beg
Ere that sun doth
Drown my memory

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

Stormy of winter's day
For restful I beg
Ere that sun doth
Drown my black memory

For resting time leads summer
on my is slain
Withing this would iron did impress
will a river whispering run
The birds are mute
The dread the near
sings, they wet my eyes
Drown my with weeping earnestly

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

Light, thy in my sight
held within his hands
It's in my heart
in bridal veils

Morning shadows wear
How many mornings have I