Luyện nghe bài hát Moor

The sigh of summer my return
alike since I was here
Bathed in deep fog, blurring my
the first morning rays

Weary what might have been ages
Still calm with my mind at
Would I prosper or fall, the past
The lapse of the moment took turn

I was foul and tainted, of faith
Wearing my death mask at
The of God, decrepit and thin
Cold caress and then

I was taken from my plight
A bestowed to the crowd
Branded a with fevered blood
Ungodly freak,

Pale touch, writhing in the
mud burning in my eyes
All the faces away
And all would sneer at my

Outcast with forged below
Seared and beaten, from where I was born
No would help me on my way
In the pouring rain is the same

in ashes
I pledge to no one
Seethed and
All shudder at the call of my
If you'll bear me, you'll fear of me

There is no forgiveness in these
For any of you but one
the mist for now
Melinda is the reason why I've

She is water drops the pyre
A thistle in my
Stained and torn, and brown
Virtuous shell with innocence

I awoke the miasma
swiftly through the moor
This is here, stir
And in the all that was lost

If bear with me
You'll of me
never leave me to
A with you