Luyện nghe bài hát In Broken Images

Grotesque
With fine falling
this myth now away
Through archways
it upstreams to see
this parching me
Burns my gaiety, tahng down golden mask
My tears ooze away on soil

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Morning shadows away
How many mornings have I