Luyện nghe bài hát In Broken Images

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

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

rose should never die
My grief lies onward, joy
But nature it to be gone
So with my woe...

Stormy of winter's day
For death I beg
Ere sun doth wake
Drown my memory

What freezings I felt
what days seen in sleep a kind
Mounted on the wind bareness
comes to touch the

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

For never resting time summer
on my is slain
Withing this would iron did impress
there a river whispering run
The very birds are
The dread the winter's
Their sings, wet my eyes
my world with weeping earnestly

Too hot the eye of heaven
Anon, the I will find
Praise vermilion in the rose
What tree or stone doth want a

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

Morning shadows wear
How many mornings have I