Luyện nghe bài hát Sympathy (For Tommorow)

I'm not asking for
not
I up in the sky......
all the rockets fall (fall down)
too many
too many
too many for me to know

Sometimes I sit the markers
and contemplate my next
says something less
"a more unconditional respect was buried here"

"But it never
and it died
it came from them
it was inside......"

I don't if time just passes us by
I can the change......
but not the
too many
too lies
too many for me to know

I sit among the markers
and contemplate my next
says less sympathetic-
"a more unconditional respect was buried here"

"But it never
and it died
it came from them
it was inside......"

Thy soul shall find alone
'Mid dark of the grey tomb-stone;
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
Into hour of secrecy.

Be in that solitude,
Which is not for then
The spirits of the dead, who
In life thee, are again
In death thee, and their will
Shall thee; be still.

The night, clear, shall frown,
And the stars shall not down
their high thrones in the Heaven
With light like hope to given,
But red orbs, without beam,
To thy weariness seem
As a and a fever
Which would cling to for ever.

Now are thou shalt not banish,
Now are visions to vanish;
From thy spirit shall they
No more, like from the grass.