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

 We fell in  with dust in our lids
 And the pain of a  soul
 
 We  our heads and lifted our face
 Placed our  in celebration
 Poured The Ointment  Grief
  the lips of a mutilated man
 I carry  bones of a deformed child
 
 And my own polluted 
 I speak  old man's words
 In a persuasive 
 Bless  dust that hides
  unlamented head
 
 On the crest of fire,  wings are burning
 How glorious  pain
 And the ways of  shriek out of tune
 All  lost but hope
 
 On the crest  fire
 Our wings are 
 To  wind's anthem
 All is  but hope