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?"
in fear
Redder roar
Follow

'em in sight
I'm sore in a
And I creep creep
Creep creep creep for a place

Ooh, you're frightened of
stands by me with glee
Oh, sore in a
And I creep creep
creep creep for a solid place
Urchin

In the time
all (off?) feasts

Faschists for
That's I fashioned darkness

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

And I creep creep
Creep creep creep for a place
Ooh, frightened of reality

Insomnia stands by me with

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

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

Insomnia stands by me glee
(I'm all better?)
it forget it
Cry (for to sleep?us inbetween?your savage way?)
I'm sore in a
not my fault

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

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

A to call perfection
Theatre, intrigue all in the dead of winter
A to hold you in disguised to live a shack
A memory what comedians are for
Reflection, reflection in my
The river of (???) swallow
To melt them enters

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

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