Luyện nghe bài hát Well Of Misery

Along crags and sunless I go
Up rib of rock, spine of stone
I dare not slumber the right winds whistle
Lest her creeping soul clutch this heart of

Oh the same God abandoned her
Has in turn me
And softenin' the with with my tears
I dug a of Misery

And in that of Misery
Hangs a bucket of sorrow
And it swings slow and like a bell
And it's toll is dead and

Oh down that well the long lost dress
Of my lil' floatin'
That muffles a tear that you let
All down the Well of

Put to the handle if you dare
And that bucket hither
Lord, crank and hoist and and crank
you muscles waste and wither

And the same God that her
Has in abandoned me
Deep in the of Despair
I wait at the of Misery