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
Have threefold
This suffers

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

is this man
A dark
A dark

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

Keep your eyes
Keep turned back
is dead

Tomorrow is
Today is the
Yesterday he secured a

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

His

He will lie
Resentment and
He his grace

As as a snake sheds its skin
waste to a wealth of talent
His of being blessed with treasures
That just were not gold

His endless