Luyện nghe bài hát Vantablack

I my days in halls of light
in the healing Sun
I a song, so dissonant
And prayed it'd never

I moaned and I wept and I
Each night was as as the day
I in hysterical voices
Got caught in the haze

This that we draw in our own minds
The is on the tip of my tongue
I'm tired of biting my
This circle that we is infinite

A hundred lives, a deaths
Just to again
in the realm of Vantablack
I'm here nor there

And came the hand of destruction
To what was already dead
in the lap of the Goddess
Dear

This that we draw in our own minds
The is on the tip of my tongue
I'm tired of biting my
This that we draw is infinite