Luyện nghe bài hát In Broken Images

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

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

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

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

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

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

For never resting time summer
on my is slain
this would which iron did impress
there will a whispering run
The very 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 will
Praise deep in the rose
What tree or stone doth want a

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

Morning wear away
How many mornings I seen?