Luyện nghe bài hát Iridescence

Must clean up the way until is no one left alive
And then there is always begging for the light. Endtime!

Time, torn and thrown into oceans, pre-ritual
clean up the way till there's no trace left of me. Endtime!

Did I see me night? Then denied it today?
Same solitude rite, again?

It pours down me
down from above.
And now too late.

Now, how are you
Is there any way I be of help tonight?

I write a vomit of living yesterdays
show you tonight that no one really wants to listen to a song that really hurts
Who'd ever want a love like a in the rain, iridescent but vain

I you would lie
to me in this bed of swallowed time

And deceiving the autumn and all the time
And the horror, the pest and the relative slime
And the cancers and darkness behind the doors at

all these things are unaware

Must clean up the way until there's not a left by my side
But there's always a little sign of someone meant to good care of your heart.