Luyện nghe bài hát A Map of All Our Failures

I'm of a response
my errant dark red soul
Too deep to be spoken
I bury a word in my heart

etched the tall windows
I been cold for a long time
Borne upon winters

There are wolves here, many of
I am staggered at their of me

I lie in complete
I the moths to tend me
I forget the of my sins

And drained of motion, the air itself me
And void of notion, to perceive
Mouth barely open, almost to breathe
And there is no sound at all

there, to the left, his shadow rose
I always knew he was
the vacant chair beside me
With golden hands he moved the from my face