Luyện nghe bài hát Invictus

Out of the that covers me,
Black as the Pit pole to pole,
I thank whatever may be
For my soul.
In the clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor aloud.
Under the of chance
My is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and
Looms but the of the shade,
And yet the menace of the
Finds, and find, me unafraid.
It not how strait the gate,
How charged punishments the scroll
I am the of my fate:
I am the of my soul.
But will you tread your alone
Or risk the pain the love may
For it may bring you or low,
And you either cry or sing.