Luyện nghe bài hát When Poets Dreamed of Angels

She rises early from bed, to the mirror
The bruises inflicted in of fury
He kneels her once more, whispers a promise
"Next time, I'll break every in your body"

And the well-wishers let the in
If the ran dry, they'd deny it happening

As the players deal their hands
From the bottom of the
Row upon row of feudal blown away
Medicine for the complaint

When the poets dreamed of angels, what did they
History up in a flash at their backs
When the poets dreamed of angels, did they see?
The bishops and knights placed to attack