Luyện nghe bài hát Sore in a Masterpiece/Dead of Winter

[something buried in intro about 20 seconds in]:"can't believe gotten it all sorted?"
Never in
Redder roar
Follow

Lock 'em in
I'm in a masterpiece
And I creep creep
Creep creep for a solid place

Ooh, you're of reality
Insomnia by me with glee
Oh, sore in a
And I creep creep
Creep creep creep for a solid
Urchin

In the time
all (off?) feasts

Faschists for
That's reason I fashioned

I'm sore in a
Lot of love over all costs

And I creep creep
Creep creep for a solid place
Ooh, you're frightened of

stands by me with glee

(shot?/shock?)
I'm in a masterpiece

And I creep creep
Creep creep for a solid place
Ooh, you're frightened of

stands by me with glee
(I'm all better?)
Forget it it
Cry (for sanity?yourself to inbetween?your savage way?)
I'm sore in a
It's not my

(stuff in distorted)
"watch closely"
"closer (closer, closer,...)"
Christ
It's eve
bleak and desolate
There's frost murder in my (???)
And the pennies earned
The blood stained of night

It's always Christmas for my dead of winter
I gaze the [nursery?/rosary?]
I speak where is the
[decost?] and pray to priests in the dead of
The heart is [felt a?/smelt of?] birds out of place

A paradise to perfection
Theatre, intrigue all fair in the dead of
A place to you in disguised to live a shack
A memory that's what are for
Reflection, in my heart
The river of (???) swallow
To melt them love

Dead dont worry
Become submerged repression [surge?/serve?] the church dead of... winter, ...cold
sauce is cold cold again again again I

(???)
They think the hot spot here and then?]
They dont know what its like to fuck
I'm not against (???) (???) hollow (???) dead don't (???)dead love(???)