Luyện nghe bài hát The Shroud

In his
You will see golden letters
Make that no one enters
My mighty house

the years
Every desire walked in
walls are talking
Of riches and

And now he can
When your heart is made out of
It's going to like hell

Ever wonder if all was
Seen through the
You found
Pockets in the
Hear the thunder and brimstone
The in the race
They found
Pockets in the

What is
Not so much of children's
But a full of worries
underground

long ago
All the crossing roads still there
When your hair has since turned silver
There is no

Who would have
A fool had built a out of
The years he unlived

Sky is coming
and the bitter rain
Echoing sound of pairs of
They are walking up a
On the of sleep
On a day
It is fine that it rain