Luyện nghe bài hát A Passion Play

Colors, none dark or light, red, white or blue
Cold is my touch
by name, I am the overseer over you

Given command to watch over our miserable sphere
Fallen from grace, on
To bring sun or rain, corn from my oversight grew

Fell with mine angels from a far place
Offering services for the of face
Now you're here, you may as well admire, all whom living has
From the benign

were born surrounding mysterious lights
Seen in the sky
I lit a fag and then took my leave in the blink of an eye

Overseer,

play join round the maypole in dance
Primitive rite
Summoned by name, I am the over you

Overseer,