Luyện nghe bài hát Poshor Golovar

Fire in his
was turning all red
This of emotion
down to him
Soul and drowning

Deeper a wound,
than his own scream
Foreign rushing in
upon his mind
No way to them

The gift of feeling what feel
The curse that haunts his
All pain and unceasingly
Sucked into his

(Head of fire -- golovar)
(Head of fire -- golovar)
not of me are eating me
Prisoner of my
(Head of fire -- golovar)
I can be alone with me
Alcohol, my lone relief

I be all of you,
I will your souls
be your goodness
and your
be your happiness
and excessiveness
I'll be your
and your darkest
I be all of you,
I drink your souls
I'll be evil and insanity
insanity
Your

by the kids,
tasting rejection
Confused by the
raging in his
No help from

Then a bigger
he felt the psych-ward
Madness overwhelming any
to the breakdown

The of feeling what others feel
The curse that haunts his
All pain and pleasure
into his identity

(Head of fire...

Found a love,
couldn't get of
melting into one another now
Deepest

Always more,
he was a vampire
Restless,
feeding on the coming on
in the other

The gift of what others feel
The curse haunts his family
All pain and pleasure
into his identity

(Head on fire...

(Head on fire -- golovar)
Feelings not of me are me
of my sensitivity