Luyện nghe bài hát 300 Years Old

There's got to be a
There's got to be a
For all this effort
By of questions and doubts

I was blinded, deaf to speech
My hair turned grey, my a rot
Every thought stillborn and my soul turned

For I nothing
The resented my plead
I turned three hundred years old
Without having anything

All this pondering, it's made me
All to make out the one final question

I was blinded, turned deaf to
My turned grey, my flesh a rot
Every thought and my soul turned bliss

For I nothing
The gods my plead
Thus I turned hundred years old
Without having anything

In and lonely hours
I sought to find the heart of our
Never I dream of what
I found by the greatest

For I nothing
The gods resented my
Thus I three hundred years old
Without learned anything

The thesis of God, the for Magick
Made me at seek, then bow to a truth I didn't want to know

For I nothing
The gods resented my
Thus I turned three years old
having learned anything