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 contemplate my life
says less sympathetic-
"a little more respect was buried here"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now are thoughts thou not banish,
Now are visions ne'er to
From thy spirit shall pass
No more, like from the grass.