Luyện nghe bài hát Ancient Ways

Southern
Blows through your
I my eyes
In prayer

A distant
In the sky
You hold my
We to fly

The storm in
And stands still
I see it all
It's crystal

The of time
Are washed
The is gone
We fly

ways
Of lost
part of me
They're in my

I know their
guide my hand
I these words
To
This

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

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

Look in the
Look inside
Now shed your
Now this wine

Familiar
Familiar
I have the
I have

I'll be teacher
Forget what you've
No for books
And no for words.

in a circle
A burning flame
the drums
As we
In the
Flames higher
of your breath
Hangs in the cold air

in a circle
A bright flame
Pounding the
As we
In the
Flames higher
of your breath
Hangs in the winter air