Luyện nghe bài hát Toorali

He hates himself, but the robe he wears, he drapes himself, the cold has yet to come
His heart swings to the waves beneath the hull, he of love, but love has left his world
He spends boiling his ethanol fine, he shares it all and leads us to sing...

Oorali Oorali Oorali, aye

He says "Dreams are richer than life, so sleep you can," I know I shouldn't repeat this, but I'd love to take my Queen's neck and then shout "OFF WITH HER HEAD!"
And paint a cross with her
the one she drew with mine
Well look the same, they'll always be the same

And we sang toorali addity and we sang toorali aye, I'm reborn in empathy, or rather, a blade to the throat
Oorali Oorali Oorali, aye

Death is my holiday from being alive, as I leave old behind
Well they look the same, they'll always be the

And we sang addity and we sang toorali aye, I'm reborn in criminal empathy, or rather, a blade to the throat
Toorali Oorali Oorali, aye

Death is my holiday from being alive, as I leave old England