Luyện nghe bài hát Turk

I cannot grasp this black
My cage's walls are in on me
The rage that is not my soul
like a devil taking all control

The violence lives in me and not leave
Like a magician with up that sleeve

The of God is to unfold
untold
For every poem's a
The joke is father

We in twisted sexuality
abuse and immortality
A obsession no one else would know
unanswered, how far can this go?

The wall of torment, my blood's
To this shell, to do what's so obscene

The sight of God is to
untold
For every poem's a
The joke is

The sight of God is to
Memories
For every poem's a
The is father time

The sight of God is to
untold
For every poem's a
The joke is

The of God is to unfold
untold
For every poem's a
The joke is father