Luyện nghe bài hát Moor

The of summer upon my return
Fifteen since I was here
in deep fog, blurring my trail
Snuffing the morning rays

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

I was foul and tainted, devoid of
Wearing my mask at birth
The hands of God, and thin
Cold caress and then

I was taken from my plight
A bestowed to the crowd
Branded a Jonah with fevered
Ungodly freak,

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

Outcast with dogmas forged
Seared and beaten, banished from I was born
No would help me on my way
In the rain nothing is the same

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

There is no in these eyes
For any of you but one
the mist for now
Melinda is the why I've come

She is drops over the pyre
A in my hands
and torn, aged and brown
Virtuous shell with innocence

I from the miasma
Passing through the moor
is here, waters stir
And in the distance all was lost

If you'll with me
You'll of me
You'd never me to
A fate you