Luyện nghe bài hát Sympathy (For Tommorow)

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

Sometimes I sit the markers
and contemplate my life
says something sympathetic-
"a little more unconditional was buried here"

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

I care if time just passes us by
I can the change......
but not the
too many
too many
too many for me to know

Sometimes I sit the markers
and my next life
says less sympathetic-
"a little unconditional respect was buried here"

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

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

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

The night, though clear, frown,
And the shall not look down
From their high in the Heaven
With light like hope to given,
But their red orbs, beam,
To thy weariness shall
As a burning and a
Which cling to thee for ever.

Now are thoughts shalt not banish,
Now are ne'er to vanish;
From thy spirit shall pass
No more, dew-drop from the grass.