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

[something buried in intro about 20 in]:"can't believe he's gotten it all sorted?"
Never in
Redder flare
round

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

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

In the night
all (off?) feasts

Faschists for
That's I fashioned darkness

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

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

Insomnia stands by me glee

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

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

Insomnia stands by me with
(I'm all better?)
it forget it
Cry (for sanity?yourself to inbetween?your savage way?)
I'm in a masterpiece
not my fault

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

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

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

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

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