Luyện nghe bài hát Moor

The sigh of summer my return
Fifteen alike since I was
Bathed in fog, blurring my trail
Snuffing the first morning

Weary from what might have been
Still with my mind at peace
Would I or fall, drain the past
The lapse of the took it's turn

I was and tainted, devoid of faith
Wearing my death at birth
The hands of God, decrepit and
Cold caress and then

I was taken away my plight
A treason to the crowd
a Jonah with fevered blood
Ungodly freak,

touch, writhing in the embers
Damp mud in my eyes
All the turned away
And all would sneer at my

Outcast with dogmas forged
Seared and beaten, banished from where I was
No would help me on my way
In the pouring rain is the same

in ashes
I myself to no one
and spiteful
All shudder at the of my name
If bear with me, you'll fear of me

There is no forgiveness in these
For any of you but one
Dispel the for now
is the reason why I've come

She is water over the pyre
A thistle in my
and torn, aged and brown
Virtuous shell kindred innocence

I from the miasma
Passing swiftly through the
This is here, stir
And in the all that was lost

If you'll bear me
fear of me
You'd leave me to
A with you