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

  fell in love, with dust in our lids
 And the pain  a severed soul
 
 We lowered our heads and  our face
 Placed our  in celebration
  The Ointment Of Grief
 On  lips of a mutilated man
 I carry the bones of  deformed child
 
 And my  polluted breath
  speak the old man's words
 In a  eloquence
 Bless the dust  hides
 This  head
 
 On the crest of fire,  wings are burning
 How  the pain
 And the ways of God, shriek out of 
 All is  but hope
 
 On the  of fire
  wings are burning
 To  wind's anthem
 All is  but hope