Luyện nghe bài hát Adam

In the dawning, hour
He'll lift his head and brush his eyes gentle strokes
That will only blindly him
Into the first day of creation which he only in limitation

Now he upon his empty bed
His is warm, his heart is full and he can see
But it is impossible for him to me
For his arms are without form, he cannot know the
As his mind out absurd

Now he's standing the doorway
He is afraid but he believes all that he sees on the
Where is merging
And pictures he sees are tragic as he begins to in magic

Now he lies down in a
Down in the ground where it is cold and now he
Now he realizes his biggest
That he never had to old, and he never had to grow cold and die