Luyện nghe bài hát Irreverent Elegy

My life is of emotions,
passions and horrors, 'cause when you
live you can even fall into deep
My bed is of small fresh leaves,
moving like a requiem
My temple is made of gloomy trees,
coming loose along a black oval
My is a desperate and irreverent elegy,
composed in of those who have no reserve and fear
Hordes of maleficent and sins come back upon me.
I ever let my mind wander over the sad effect
this filthy disease causes to my limbs and to my
I believe the persistence of the thin line of hope is worth effort
I believe its can reach the intensity
of and perpetual delight
is true, all is allowed
In every dramatic situation is
a element of absurdity and humor
dogma contains something unhealthy and corrosive
Our identities every day with our memories
We are not always what we are, 'cause we reinvent ourselves
We our skin and consistence
And we lie with innocence, our memory.