Luyện nghe bài hát Sympathy (For Tommorow)

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

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

"But it never
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

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

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

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

Be in that solitude,
Which is not loneliness- for
The of the dead, who stood
In before thee, are again
In death around thee, and their
Shall overshadow be still.

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

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