Luyện nghe bài hát In Broken Images

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

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

rose should never die
My grief onward, joy behind
But nature calls it to be
So tired my woe...

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

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

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

For never resting leads summer
on my is slain
Withing would which iron did impress
there a river whispering run
The very are mute
The the winter's near
Their sings, they wet my
Drown my world with weeping

Too hot the eye of shined
Anon, the I will find
Praise deep vermilion in the
tree or stone 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 many mornings have I