Luyện nghe bài hát Two and Twenty Misfortunes

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

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

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

is this man
A prophet
A prophecy

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

Keep your eyes
Keep turned back
is dead

Tomorrow is
Today is the
Yesterday he a tomb

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

His

He will lie
Resentment and
He shed his

As certain as a snake its skin
Laid waste to a wealth of
His of being blessed with treasures
That were not gold enough

His misfortune