Luyện nghe bài hát Of Kali Ma Calibre

They measure him by his eyes
They measure him by his thick
Those nights of doubt and
Inside the thoughts never
The jest, the and the circumstance
Won't fill the nor soothe his sense
He wears his secret a cloak
Truth makes it to cope
By the most matter
I'll have your mind in the of my hand
You despise what's on platter
Wish for a change, dreams have bound you
Make peace with all you ever
Make peace all you ever do
Make with it all
I won't let you
Nailed down hope and with crossed
Pick up the dreams that were lost
for home and trusting arms
The antic has the farce
When they shake him again
Torn from the calm by a judging
The daylight's hard when the not free
The circle starts again
By the enlightened matter
I your mind in the grip of my hand
All he's done is try to
so far from the judge and the jury