Luyện nghe bài hát Ancient Philosophy

Change the from joy to sadness
Because sad is the I sing
On dreams in deep
On seven horses running on the shore at

to fly
To fly in the of art
To in her captious whirls
To sin by knowing of god

But I have wasted the
And this is not to be by any heaven
So look and see I'll a picture

Filled with so many questions and sorrow divine
But instead of an angel paint a man
For the paint set so
Would away its shapes