Luyện nghe bài hát Ironic

Road of crosses
Way to the
Symbol of the
So

But by the living ones
Crying tears
Prying
Over the stone.

Here is the
the panic of the weird reality
Desire of
chase after the unknown.

I can it in my vein.
I can this thin border between the dew.
Over the green
Whisper of the trees.
Between the of sun
and the shadows the dead mouth.

is the darkness
Just the panic of the weird
of lasting
Incessant chase the unknown.