Luyện nghe bài hát Witchful Spirit's Care

I her eyes my own to take
and she turned my sake
My in need
and herself indeed

I met a girl down in the
A fading rose was on her
Her honey eyes wild
Full beautiful, a

And on the floor all alone
I sit upon this cold, grey
And I dream my away
yet as I may

And the stars the spears
My waters full of tears
Run in blood down the
for another give you
Do you who made you?
You are called by you do
Into spheres, we see
Joy to misery

I feel my strenght to
Almost asleep, my only
She spoke the words, the clue
"I you true..."

And the fields, and bare
The eternal winter's
Fed with cold, hands
in a rich and land

And the sun never shine
Joy another of mine
In what distant deeps or
burned the of your eyes?
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