Luyện nghe bài hát Two and Twenty Misfortunes

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

He is the most of men
Every he speaks, reeks of failure
He has failed where
succeeded threefold
This failure

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

is this man
A dark
A dark

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

Keep closed your
Keep your back
is dead

Tomorrow is
Today is the
he secured a tomb

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

His

He will lie
Resentment and
He shed his

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

His misfortune