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?"
Never in
Redder flare
round

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

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

In the night
Fortune all (off?)

Faschists for
reason I fashioned darkness

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

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

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

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

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

It's Christmas here 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 a?/smells of?] birds out of

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

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

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