Luyện nghe bài hát The Picture

I'm hunting a
on the to the old
of my calm, of my dreams
my new
the moon my way
and shows the dark windows

into my room
I'm welcomed by
and the picture on my
silently good night

I up with the sun
but I'm not the one
the paiting the balcony
to move like the dawn
I away from the mistery
but to visit the
and see my magnetic
understand happens

back to the picture
looking and day
madness and
in my brain
and the slowly shows itself
painted with painted selves
a in the dark every night
waiting fro the torture: the killer's

Bloody try to find the way
hands try to find the key
blood, the torture...
blood, the curse...
in the - in the night
with the - in my heart...