Luyện nghe bài hát Two and Twenty Misfortunes

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

He is the most of men
Every he speaks, reeks of failure
He has where others
Have threefold
This suffers

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

is this man
A dark
A prophecy

knows no end
Nor his appetite for it
Opt for the corner and brood

Keep closed eyes
Keep turned your
is dead

Tomorrow is
Today is the
he secured a tomb

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

His

He will lie
and regret
He shed his

As certain as a sheds its skin
Laid to a wealth of talent
His curse of being blessed with
That were not gold enough

His endless