Luyện nghe bài hát The Gallery

Come and through my vanity's hall
Welcome to my
fall
The fate of my art,

And the seed
That grows to the tune of the harvest
Embody my lifelong
with the structures of my art
Those empty frames at me

One portrait covers the love starved canvas
In honor of the birthless within me
Every picture holds a
shade tells of a thousand words

The of living chaos
Is in the poets tears
Because everything
The final concept is all but a thought

Be gone, you enchantress of decay
My thoughts and words will come to
In my chamber chaos conveys
Kneel down to my

Deep in the of my carnal agony
Emptiness, orchestration colors
The gallery, to never return
[Incomprehensible] my art