Luyện nghe bài hát The Cabal

I wake up and I I was stranded
In a that hardly represents me
by step, I collect all my nightmares
Like a modern Renoir, I'm my life away

Don't you think I'm not gonna worry
Don't you think that I don't sorry
Soon I'll find my way and I'll let you

Sitting down in my room I so empty
Staring lonely eyes at the words
I am laying down with cold
I swallow all the absinthe you gave me that cold winter night

you think that I'm not gonna worry
Don't you think that I feel sorry
Soon I'll find my way and let you know

I a decadent poet forced to bury his art
Forced to bury his own heart the mud of a pigsty
A cabal of murdered hearts
Longing for my taste

Lost you, I lost you, brother
The you hid inside your eyes
Makes me believe I can still my life
I learned from the ashes of the I dropped for all these years
My love is now living, is for real

I feel a poet forced to bury his art
Forced to bury his own under the mud of a pigsty
A cabal of murdered broken
Longing for my taste