Luyện nghe bài hát Sonet Of Sorrow

[lyrics by Briody and Harry Conklin]

I see the of our past
Were we
I see no light, no hope, we
Are we
We see our fail

I feel the growing cold
No sign, no light, our lives are old
I the winters growing cold
No sign, no light, no hope, cold

The dove of dreams is flying
Her wings are spreading softly of dread
So cold inside the earthly bounds
Singing out her tales of woe