Luyện nghe bài hát Kneel Till Doomday

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

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

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

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

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

She spoke of Christ to the and the poor
The woman of is here now
Her heart creeps among shadows of sick
The dying, graceful snow breaks her simple