Luyện nghe bài hát This Is Not Paradise

Many dead king's faces
Move photolike through time's gape and
The drum's thud and drone
Is not battlebeat
This is the grey cog
There are not the of heroes
Or flags we fly
These are not pennants
are the clothes of prisoned mind
These stumps of man on
Are not the vox or
Of god or
They are the forms of the breaths of
This is the ocean of birth and death
Kye ma kya ma
Oh
Never lost and not to be gained
are not the heroes
These are not than drenched earthtops
are not more than you or I

I swear by the of the moon
(Under the archen I stand alone)
I by the spiting sttreaming sun
These cups of fire, of waterred
That cover our laughing round of
Are

Like tho mouse with
A full of lightless dark
You are now to me the queen
The new age and her moves on
Behind the lips concealed
The clacking of gummy rictus
Not motionless but
The savourless of open lies

"This is a bes
It ever be
of the things
That never be"
And our stalks empty hearted

As it hangs its
On hooks of
Hooks of gods and goath and of crooks
You must know: this is not
Father time spins on and grins and his

Over our heads
And takes us to the muddy
Of sleep
Oh this is not
All the buildings clutching
of pain and bone and skin
Masks of and waterbruns
The bells ring out and no sense
They the skies bend
you wait for me
This is not
(Through you for me)
is not paradise...