Luyện nghe bài hát Snow Borne Sorrow

Strip the
the hatchets
The threads of
Are off

The teeth of
Man the
of betrothal
Are off

But if we're good, if we're
But if good, generous and kind
We'll inhabit sunsets
Their and queens
We'll try to do the right

Oh, them, oh, save them
Oh, save them, oh, them
Oh, save them, oh, save

Let the come to me
Let the children to me

It's a harrowing
Of and girls
out at the hurt
That surrounds

the knives drawn apart
They shatter the
Of anyone dares
Come them

Let the come to me
Let the come to me

Once a of swings
Then the set in
And all
The colors to

So we it our own
This borne sorrow
And this
That and splinters

Let the come to me
Let the come to me

Her apostles have
left one by one
With no address
To trace

It's a world
Of and girls
And we ask
nothing is certain

Let the come to me

When their touch the ground
unbound
I want to know
They can me

There's so much to be for

Let the children to me, oh