Luyện nghe bài hát In Broken Images

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

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

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

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

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

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

For never resting leads summer
on my heart is
Withing this would which did impress
there will a river run
The birds are mute
The dread the near
sings, they wet my eyes
Drown my world with weeping

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