Luyện nghe bài hát Two and Twenty Misfortunes

Brilliance, a of gold
And a voice that
"I am miserable"

He is the miserable of men
Every he speaks, reeks of failure
He has failed others
succeeded threefold
This suffers

is a man
That is the source of his own
To a lifelong nightmare
Of taunting is unbearable

What is man
A dark
A prophecy

Suffering no end
Nor does his for it
Opt for the corner and brood

Keep closed your
Keep your back
Tomorrow is

is dead
Today is the
Yesterday he a tomb

has been cruel
Why should time be any different than
When is dead

His

He will lie
and regret
He shed his

As certain as a snake sheds its
waste to a wealth of talent
His curse of blessed with treasures
That just not gold enough

His endless