Luyện nghe bài hát Slaying The Dreamer

I'm a priest for the poorest
I'm but a in a sea of sorrow and greed
You in my wine
from my cup, mocked my rhyme
Your slit tongues licked my wounds

Put a through my heart!
And drag me into
So awake for greed
As slaying the dreamer

Swansong for the of Night
God it hurts, give a to the pain
Our primrose path to is growing weed

me, it's me
Coward, a for nothing scapegoat
Dumb kid, a dream
only on paper

Tell me why you all that was mine!
Stay as you lay don't me astray!

up, mow the weed
You'd be nothing me
Take my life if you the heart to die

You bastards my tool
Raped my words, me a fool
Gather your precious and leave me be
The Great are all dead
And I'm tired, too

I hate you all!