Luyện nghe bài hát In Broken Images

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

peace I stride and flee
Your thoughts caressed by fear
I some nightingales, they sing
My dreams to heal

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

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

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

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

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

Too hot the eye of shined
Anon, the tunnel I will
Praise deep vermilion in the
What tree or stone doth a soul?

Light, thy picture in my
It's held his hands
grounded in my heart
Disguised in bridal

Morning shadows wear
How many have I seen?