Luyện nghe bài hát In Broken Images

Grotesque
fine falling snow
this now melts away
Through archways
it flows to see
this parching me
Burns my gaiety, tahng down golden mask
My tears away on drifting soil

Through I stride and flee
Your musing thoughts by fear
I some nightingales, they sing
My withered dreams to

rose should never die
My grief onward, joy behind
But nature it to be gone
So with my woe...

gusts of winter's day
For restful I beg
Ere that sun wake
Drown my sins'black

freezings have I felt
what dark seen in sleep a kind
Mounted on the wind bareness
comes to touch the

gusts of winter's day
For restful I beg
Ere that sun wake
my sins' black memory

For resting time leads summer
on my heart is
Withing would which iron did impress
will a river whispering run
The very are mute
The dread the near
Their sings, they wet my
Drown my with weeping earnestly

Too hot the eye of shined
Anon, the tunnel I will
Praise deep in the rose
What tree or stone doth a soul?

Light, thy picture in my
It's held within his
It's in my heart
Disguised in bridal

Morning wear away
How mornings have I seen?