Luyện nghe bài hát Letter to the Dead

Every photograph is
the turn to gray, this day
there is always for days, these days
an undertow of laid to waste, embraced
by the loss of one he not replace

and no reason that she'd pass
and there is no god with the plan, sad
and his holiness is proof, said
he could know how you have sinned

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

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