Luyện nghe bài hát To Bear The Brunt Of Many Blades

Nothing that is above betrayal.
that breathes is divine.

Out the shadows, well-wisher.
The gleam of blade gives you away.
Drawn me, my smiling assassin,
the blood that moved you-
The of encouragement
Spilling as water.

will serve you...

Long the king.
Soak up to arms in his blood.

Long the king;
They serve you well.

And you loyal friend, an ice pick in my neck as it were mine to keep.
How cold.

I breathe, and my shallow breaths.
Add another edge: Be sure to the blade.

If come one, come all of this, a of treachery and scissored flesh.
Fall in, your steel in festive red-
Here, where the are butchers.

A fresh patch of to pierce,
One resist.

steps.
Each waning, for purchase.
I am he who falters, with one thousand blades.
With unsteady steps, I find my in deception.
by burning step.

Warm in the of malice.
Barefoot among a of men.
Eyes ahead and still,
I never back.
No.

I knew not names.
I your numbers.
I you all too well.

Two blades for inch of flesh.
Ensanguined.
This is that did not kill me.

There's always for one more blade...

Not much a sight for eyes,
The harrowed form of will:
Bent,
And black,
And so cold.

There's strength for one last breath.