🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Our Wings Are Burning - Virgin Black

  fell in love, with dust in our lids
 And the pain of a  soul
 
 We lowered our heads and lifted  face
  our bodies in celebration
 Poured  Ointment Of Grief
 On the  of a mutilated man
  carry the bones of a deformed child
 
 And my  polluted breath
  speak the old man's words
 In  persuasive eloquence
 Bless the dust that 
 This unlamented 
 
 On the crest of fire,  wings are burning
 How glorious the 
 And the ways of God, shriek out  tune
 All is  but hope
 
 On the crest of 
 Our wings  burning
 To the  anthem
 All  lost but hope