Luyện nghe bài hát Thousandfold

Sprinkled by the
Of words the outlines
on the showplace that made history

The is willed
Parrot the dished up
The lure of a meaning

Cheat, you had to
An stereotype
To receive your
A poor excuse for your foray
To the deeps of your encumbrance

All our

me

Truths
mine
me

Marching ten legions
Whilst weapon's not the pillum
But the feather, held in hand

in blood
Your tall rule the forum
Altering it the battlefield

I, the guise
these baring fears
Pestering your conscript
I smile at my and while I die
I the roots of my perseverance

All our

me

Truths
Forever
me

All our

me

Truths
mine
me