Luyện nghe bài hát Sympathy (For Tommorow)

I'm not for favors
not
I up in the sky......
all the fall down (fall down)
too promises
too lies
too many for me to know

Sometimes I sit among the
and contemplate my next
says something less
"a little more respect was buried here"

"But it lived
and it never
it came from them
it was inside......"

I don't if time just passes us by
I can the change......
but not the
too promises
too many
too many faces for me to

Sometimes I sit the markers
and contemplate my life
says less sympathetic-
"a little unconditional respect was buried here"

"But it lived
and it never
it never came them
it was inside......"

Thy soul shall find itself
'Mid dark of the grey tomb-stone;
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
Into hour of secrecy.

Be silent in solitude,
Which is not for then
The of the dead, who stood
In life thee, are again
In death around thee, and will
Shall overshadow be still.

The night, though clear, frown,
And the stars shall not down
From high thrones in the Heaven
With light like hope to given,
But their red orbs, beam,
To thy weariness shall
As a and a fever
Which would cling to for ever.

Now are thou shalt not banish,
Now are ne'er to vanish;
From thy spirit they pass
No more, dew-drop from the grass.