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 unconquerable

In the fell clutch of
I not winced nor cried aloud
under the of chance
my head is but unbowed

this place of wrath and tears
looms but the of shade
ad yet the of the years
finds and shall me unafraid

It not how strait the gate
how charged with the scroll
I am the of my fate
I am the of my soul