Luyện nghe bài hát Poet and the Pendulum

The end.

The dead.
The blade fell him
him to the white lands
Of
Of

[II.

The dreamer and the
without a rhyme
A widowed writer torn apart by chains of

One perfect verse
Is the same old song
Oh how I hate what I have become

me home

Getaway, runaway, fly
Lead me astray to dreamer's
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries
I cannot die, I, a for the cold world
me
I but two faces
One for the
One for God
me
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold

My home was there 'n
meadows of heaven
Adventure-filled
One with every face

Please, no words
Thoughts from a head
No praise
me once my heart goes right

Take me

Getaway, runaway, fly
Lead me astray to dreamer's
I cannot cry 'cause the cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the world
me
I but two faces
One for the
One for God
me
I cannot cry 'cause the cries more
I die, I, a whore for the cold world
(Whore for the cold
Whore for the world)

[III. The

Sparkle my
turquoise waterfall
With underneath
The Ever

Tuck me in the blue
Beneath the pain, the rain
Goodnight for a child in time
Swaying my lullaby

On the shore we sat and
the same pale moon
Whose guiding chose you
you all

"I'm afraid, I'm so afraid.
Being again, and again, and again
I know I die alone.
But loved.

You live enough to hear the sounds of guns,
long enough to find yourself every night,
enough to see your friends betray you.

For years I've strapped unto this altar.
Now I only have minutes and counting.
I just wish the tide would catch me and give
me a death I longed for."

[IV. Dark Passion

2nd to the right of Christ
Cut in - infanticide
The will rejoice today
As the crows on the rotting poet

Everyone bury their own
No pack to bury the heart of
Now he's in hell, serves him well
by the bell, tolling for his farewell

The dawned, upon his altar
Remains of the dark play
Performed by his friends shame
Spitting on his grave as they

Getaway, runaway, fly
Lead me astray to hideaway
I cannot cry 'cause the cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold
me
I have but two
One for the
One for God
me
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder more
I cannot die, I, a for the cold world
(Whore for the cold
Whore for the world)

"Today, in the year of our 2005,
Tuomas was called the cares of the world.
He crying at the end of each beautiful day.
The music he wrote had too long without silence.

He was found and dead,
With a in his face, a pen and
1000 of erased text."

me

[V. And Father]

Be still, my son
home
Oh when did you so cold?
The blade will on descending
All you is to feel my love

Search for beauty, find your
Try to save them all, bleed no
You have oceans within
In the end
I always love you

The beginning.

[[[Note: This is exactly how the lyrics appear in the CD cover itself - every single punctuation and in line and capitalization is from the official CD cover. Please do not change.]]]