Luyện nghe bài hát The Path Of Least Persistence (Figure II)

There goes your and her plague
a terrible display
Of a charcoaled
That wouldn't lend a
Though dead was a thoughtless act
alcohol intact
Quietly she seeks the day to
With stitches that you clean
You hold your of your doleful plea
Now there's nothing left to
A title bestowed
someone you could never know
In this plight of dismay
thickness of your plague
She's a realm lost her way