Luyện nghe bài hát In Broken Images

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

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

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

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

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

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

For resting time leads summer
on my heart is
Withing this would iron did impress
there will a river run
The birds are mute
The dread the near
Their sings, wet my eyes
Drown my world weeping earnestly

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

Light, thy picture in my
It's within his hands
It's in my heart
in bridal veils

Morning shadows away
How many mornings I seen?