Luyện nghe bài hát The Scythe

(talking)
On this of nights, she's coming my way
Under rain, dirty with agony and pain
Mistress of doom, winner of all
My glance is in the blade of the scythe

(The starts)
A golden sickle
down souls whistling in the air
Reddens little by
The seas of and mankinds lairs

A fall the abyss
Deep into and pain
down to the anguish
It has been all in

Welcome, join the fair of failures
Enter into the hall of
the act to kill
Wasn't it one of Gods

behind all the trails of winter
The time has for me to go
The fear has gone, the storm is
And there's someone at your

Another name to be
For slash of my blade
the day you find
The one reflected is your

Come, taste blood, rust and
to the show with no restraint
"It's time!"

Mother of
of thunder and rain
Sighs and tears are all in
in a cloak of despair
Shell you away

behind all the trails of winter
The time has for me to go
The has gone, the storm is over
And there's someone at your
your ground and watch your back
With the aim of the last
I this night for a oiece of advice
This time the scythe won't fall, still!