Luyện nghe bài hát In Broken Images

Grotesque
fine falling snow
this myth now melts
Through archways
it upstreams to see
this heartache me
Burns my gaiety, tahng down it's golden
My tears away on drifting soil

Through peace I stride and
musing thoughts caressed by fear
I some nightingales, they sing
My withered to heal

Beauty's rose should die
My grief onward, joy behind
But nature it to be gone
So tired my woe...

Stormy of winter's day
For death I beg
Ere that sun doth
my sins'black memory

What freezings I felt
dark days seen in sleep a kind
Mounted on the your bareness
comes to the seals

Stormy of winter's day
For death I beg
Ere that sun wake
Drown my sins' memory

For never resting time leads
on my is slain
Withing this would which iron did
there a river whispering run
The birds are mute
The the winter's near
sings, they wet my eyes
Drown my world with earnestly

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

Light, thy in my sight
It's held his hands
It's grounded in my
Disguised in bridal

Morning shadows wear
How many mornings I seen?