Luyện nghe bài hát Work, Not Play

The bell . . .
It's a decade my decadence
My beast wears rings and he's
In the shadows of my hesitations, my
Hesitations . . . Each image is so
It I have no hands
The of the air confuse all my demands

And the beast hears the bell; he
Out of the shadows. He rips apart the . . .
And he

"This is and not play"
And he
"There's always more one way . . .
This is not play"

I see the ghosts of my . . .
in blue, they trail me in the night
They these cars with real upholstery
They trail me . . . here comes the night

She was standing, on the balcony
Her black, eyes folded over her eyelids
Like on motel beds . . .
She must be eatin'
This place is filled with
It what she said
And she

"I need a judgement day"And she
"I know there's than one way,
But I my judgement day . . ."

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To sleep dreams
So distant the mirror
Imitating clarity,
All the terror . . . I heard a bells
a thousand old cathedrals
They rang . . . I haven't heard them
A decade past my
The beast hears the

I'm to be a singer
A of the flames
A thinker of a
And a son without a