Luyện nghe bài hát Kneel till Doomsday

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

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

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

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

He is so beware
The cold pool waits for you
Pierced to the soul by heavens blade of shadows
she speaks with her lord
Her maker sits all
Deeds are fruit, words are
Long cast by old sins

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