Luyện nghe bài hát In Broken Images

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Too hot the eye of heaven
Anon, the tunnel I find
deep vermilion in the rose
What tree or stone want a soul?

Light, thy in my sight
It's held his hands
grounded in my heart
Disguised in bridal

shadows wear away
How mornings have I seen?