Luyện nghe bài hát Ancient Ways

Southern
Blows your hair
I shut my
In silent

A lightning
In the sky
You my hand
We to fly

The storm in
And time stands
I see it all
crystal clear

The sands of
Are washed
The past is
We fly

ways
Of wisdom
part of me
They're in my

I know their
They my hand
I these words
To
This

in a circle
A burning flame
Pounding the
As we
In the
Flames rising
Ghost of your
Hangs in the winter air

Don't be
look away
Chanting words
show you the way

Look in the
deep inside
Now your clothes
Now drink this

faces
Familiar
I have the
I have

I'll be teacher
Forget what learned
No need for
And no for words.

Stones in a
A bright flame
Pounding the
As we
In the
rising higher
Ghost of breath
Hangs in the cold air

Stones in a
A burning flame
Pounding the
As we
In the
rising higher
Ghost of your
Hangs in the cold air