Luyện nghe bài hát The Scythe

(talking)
On this of nights, she's coming my way
Under rain, dirty with agony and pain
of doom, winner of all fights
My is reflected in the blade of the scythe

(The starts)
A golden sickle
Mows souls whistling in the air
Reddens little by
The seas of life and lairs

A fall the abyss
Deep agony and pain
Spiral down to the
It has been all in

Welcome, please the fair of failures
Enter into the hall of
the act to kill
Wasn't it one of Gods

Leave behind all the of winter
The time has for me to go
The has gone, the storm is over
And there's someone at door

Another name to be
For every slash of my
the day you find
The one is your face

Come, taste blood, rust and
Come to the show with no
"It's time!"

Mother of
Death of thunder and
Sighs and are all in vain
in a cloak of despair
Shell you away

Leave behind all the of winter
The has come for me to go
The fear has gone, the is over
And there's someone at your
your ground and watch your back
With the aim of the last
I asked night for a oiece of advice
This time the scythe fall, keep still!