Luyện nghe bài hát The Paintress

On a ladder up to the
nearing the top
Balancing over us
she's out of stock

Reach the clouds, the fog
An offering bleed
mining paint
For her

She up the mist
She's our skies
Her fate is to draw the missing beat of

In a chamber of stillborn ones
She paints them in
I myself to believe
They're just

Too horrid for my
Too horrid I can't
A hundred drying ashen
Using grey

She gathers up the
She's opening our
Her fate is to the missing beat of hearts
the paintress
She's the

She's the
She gathers up the
She's opening our
She's the
Her fate is to draw the beat of hearts, o-o-oh...
She gathers up the mist, opening our skies
Her fate is to draw the missing of hearts
She gathers up the mist, she's our skies
Her fate is to draw the missing beat of