Luyện nghe bài hát The Meaning of the Ritual

My love is
And I bet that is too
What is peculiar thing called truth

My is selfish
And it not who it hurts
It will cut you out to its thirst
For the of a ritual so habitual
and

My is selfish
How it the earth
It takes every shiny stone but the dirt
For the cowards in the corner who just don't know what are worth

have been twisted by a hollow kind of pain
I can see it in their eyes but I ignore it

Because my love is
And it everything
Like the first time it was moved to sing

How it dangled on that just like a puppet on a string