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

[something buried in intro about 20 seconds in]:"can't he's gotten it all sorted?"
in fear
Redder flare
round

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

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

In the night
all (off?) feasts

Faschists for
reason I fashioned darkness

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

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

Insomnia by me with glee

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

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

Insomnia 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
October and desolate
There's murder in my (???) room
And the pennies earned
The stained windows of night

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

A paradise to call
Theatre, intrigue all fair in the dead of
A to hold you in disguised to live a shack
A that's what comedians are for
Reflection, reflection in my
The of (???) swallow them?
To melt them love

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

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