Luyện nghe bài hát Kneel Till Doomday

I drank the of her words, as theft
She danced for Chopin, but his request was that she
The sea up his daughter for the moon
So weary she looked, as my arm at noon

The fate of you and the world hung on his lonely
I cannot, but I love to bury the dead again
Reward and punishment are the of a city bare

And it is within you I show the mirror
A panic of rich desire leaps up from your burning
The face shows your eyes was my sole victim tonight

for you, Christ, that my bodies' here
You're bold your anger and your love is shrewd

He is so beware
The pool waits just for you
Pierced to the soul by blade of dire shadows
Where she speaks her lord
Her maker sits all
are fruit, words are leaves
Long shadows cast by old

She of Christ to the deaf and the poor
The woman of is here now
Her heart among shadows of sick children
The dying, graceful snow her simple back