Luyện nghe bài hát Letter to the Dead

Every is peeling
the colors turn to gray, day
there is always memories for days, these
an undertow of futures to waste, embraced
by the loss of one he not replace

and there's no reason that pass
and there is no god the plan, it's sad
and his holiness is proof, it's
he could know how you have sinned

the world swings a passing fable
a fate we a way, we say
holding on, live our own ways
he lit a match, he in bed
their dreams will bring her back, it's sad
and his holiness is proof, said
he could only you, it's said

oh in his breath, believing
make his way
if she's not
haunted
he's for escape