Luyện nghe bài hát Moor

The sigh of summer my return
Fifteen alike since I was
Bathed in fog, blurring my trail
Snuffing the first morning

Weary from what might been ages
calm with my mind at peace
Would I prosper or fall, drain the
The lapse of the moment took turn

I was foul and tainted, of faith
Wearing my death mask at
The hands of God, decrepit and
caress and then nothing

I was taken away my plight
A treason to the crowd
Branded a Jonah with fevered
freak, defiler

Pale touch, in the embers
mud burning in my eyes
All the faces turned
And all would at my demise

Outcast dogmas forged below
Seared and beaten, banished where I was born
No mercy help me on my way
In the pouring nothing is the same

Vows in
I myself to no one
and spiteful
All shudder at the call of my
If bear with me, you'll fear of me

There is no in these eyes
For any of you but one
Dispel the for now
Melinda is the reason why come

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

I awoke from the
Passing swiftly through the
This is here, stir
And in the distance all was lost

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