Luyện nghe bài hát Of Kali Ma Calibre

They measure him by his blood-shot
They him by his thick disguise
nights of doubt and loneliness
Inside the thoughts rest
The jest, the pomp and the
fill the void nor soothe his sense
He wears his secret a cloak
makes it harder to cope
By the enlightened matter
I'll your mind in the grip of my hand
You what's on your platter
Wish for a change, dreams have bound you
Make peace with all you ever
Make with all you ever do
Make with it all
I let you fall
down hope and with fingers crossed
Pick up the dreams that were nearly
for home and trusting arms
The has forsaken the farce
they shake him awake again
Torn from the by a judging hand
The daylight's hard the mind's not free
The circle starts over
By the most matter
I have your in the grip of my hand
All done is try to bury
Fleeing so far the judge and the jury