Luyện nghe bài hát Moor

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

Weary from what might been ages
Still with my mind at peace
I prosper or fall, drain the past
The lapse of the moment it's turn

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

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

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

Outcast with dogmas below
Seared and beaten, banished from where I was
No mercy help me on my way
In the rain nothing is the same

in ashes
I myself to no one
Seethed and
All shudder at the of my name
If you'll with me, you'll fear of me

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

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

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

If bear with me
fear of me
You'd never me to
A with you