Luyện nghe bài hát Altitudes

Fogs of
ghostland
darken
to the sea of
willows
hide the
gothic
to the ancient world
ancient lost

Crystal fall shy on me
and clean my bleeding hands
there's no without a thorn
far above the plain

ENDLESS IS MY WILL OF
IS MY FLIGHT
INNER THROUGH THE BREATH
OF SILVER CLOUDS
NEW NEW EYES

Gentle of distant winds
light my refresh my soul
View of and golden lakes
all my thoughts can slowly

IS MY WILL OF HEAVEN
ENDLESS IS MY
FLIGHT THROUGH THE BREATH
OF LONELY SILVER
NEW NEW EYES