Luyện nghe bài hát In Broken Images

Grotesque
With fine falling
this myth now melts
Through archways
it upstreams to see
this heartache me
Burns my gaiety, tahng down golden mask
My tears ooze on drifting soil

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

Beauty's rose never die
My grief lies onward, joy
But nature calls it to be
So with my woe...

Stormy gusts of day
For restful I beg
Ere that sun wake
Drown my sins'black

What freezings I felt
what dark days seen in a kind
Mounted on the your bareness
to touch the seals

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

For never resting leads summer
on my heart is
Withing this which iron did impress
there a river whispering run
The very are mute
The dread the winter's
sings, they wet my eyes
Drown my with weeping earnestly

Too hot the eye of shined
Anon, the I will find
Praise deep in the rose
What tree or stone want a soul?

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

Morning shadows away
How mornings have I seen?