Luyện nghe bài hát Reprise

Hanging from the ceiling ... the old pendulum now rests,
stands still ... - like iron - ... in the house of the dead.
Our fragile souls lie weeping, sealed in sleep and of lead,
All flowers here are dust, but we can still their scent.

In filth, and disrelish the leg-less man lay kneeling,
petrified, out of his mind ... - half buried, yet still breathing.
His lips are soft like and so cold ... colder than snow;
with the dust he fell, all paralysed by flesh and bone.

"Forgive us, please, for we're fallen",
Shivering carcass the light,
Ancient bodies' fallen heaven, a dark in a fallen sky.
"Flow my !" , the angel said,
He forced a smile than his head,
How he wished that he could die ... -
Tore his old off with a sigh.