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 word he speaks, of failure
He has failed where
Have succeeded
failure suffers

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

is this man
A prophet
A dark

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

closed your eyes
Keep your back
is dead

Tomorrow is
Today is the
Yesterday he a tomb

Time has cruel
Why time be any different than life
tomorrow is dead

His

He lie between
and regret
He his grace

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

His misfortune