Luyện nghe bài hát Thank God for The Suffering

I, I still recall the full moon of May
Neath whose we lay together
And those nights on glassy waves
When we glide lightly away
From the for wicked flights of pleasure

Those visions fade like to lifes parade
Though once made her so vivid
A scarlet whore both heels in the door
Of a heaven from me, insipid

Amidst the of parapets where angels sigh, lonely she sits
Only a slip from I beg her

That I would her kiss, a chrysalis
To break, to my fluttered heart amiss
And in those frozen won from grief
That to wreathe the sun in drapes
Inwove with death's wing, I thank God for the suffering

Yeah, love have conquered all but for the rapture
That ancient for my defeat
faith skies that would have set her free
It seems again, dreams to capture

Once, dancing in a spotlit
a shadowed dimension
Given to the rivers that bedizened her
The world drifted by in a lost with no divine intervention

Regardless the author of sin was me
And I lay chaste of hate in embrace
As warred with more, besides
They warred with itself

And in those frozen won from grief
That creeps to wreathe the sun in
Inwove with head wing
I thank God for the

And I thank God for the suffering as I burn for her return
I would make my with everything

I, I recall, the first full moon of May
Consigned to flames like secret
Amidst the writhe of parapets where sigh, lonely she sits
Only a slip from I beg her

That I would her kiss, a chrysalis
To break, to my fluttered heart amiss
And in those frozen won from grief
That creeps to the sun in drapes
Inwove with head wing, I thank God for the suffering

Love would conquered all, were we not parted?
Her splintered rekindles rage
The winter frost dwindles my stage
Lit up more to score, finale started

Love would have all
Love would have
Hate, hate,

From that creeps to wreathe the sun in drapes
Inwove with death's wing
I God for the suffering