Luyện nghe bài hát Sympathy (For Tommorow)

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

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

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

I don't care if just passes us by
I can the change......
but not the
too promises
too many
too many faces for me to

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

"But it lived
and it died
it came from them
it was inside......"

Thy soul shall find itself
'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 life thee, are again
In death around thee, and their
overshadow thee; be still.

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

Now are thou shalt not banish,
Now are ne'er to vanish;
From thy shall they pass
No more, like from the grass.