Luyện nghe bài hát Kneel Till Doomday

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

The fate of you and the world hung on his choice
I cannot, but I would to bury the dead again
Reward and are the walls of a city bare

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

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

He is so beware
The cold pool just for you
Pierced to the soul by heavens blade of dire
Where she speaks with her
Her maker all alone
Deeds are fruit, are leaves
Long cast by old sins

She spoke of Christ to the deaf and the
The woman of fatalism is now
Her creeps among shadows of sick children
The dying, snow breaks her simple back