Luyện nghe bài hát The Shroud

In his
You will see these golden
Make sure no one enters
My high house

During the
Every desire slowly in
Decorated walls are
Of riches and

And now he can
When your is made out of gold
going to weigh like hell

Ever if all was worthwhile?
through the haze?
You never
Pockets in the
Hear the thunder and raining
The in the race
They found
in the shroud

What is
Not so of children's stories
But a full of worries
Deep

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

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

Sky is down
and the bitter rain
Echoing sound of of boots
They are up a hill
On the of sleep
On a day
It is that it should rain