Luyện nghe bài hát In Broken Images

Grotesque
With fine falling
this now melts away
bloody archways
it flows to see
heartache parching me
Burns my gaiety, tahng down it's golden
My tears ooze away on drifting

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

Beauty's rose never die
My lies onward, joy behind
But nature it to be gone
So tired my woe...

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

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

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

For resting time leads summer
on my heart is
Withing this would which did impress
there will a river run
The very birds are
The the winter's near
sings, they wet my eyes
Drown my with weeping earnestly

Too hot the eye of heaven
Anon, the tunnel I find
deep vermilion in the rose
What tree or stone 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 have I seen?