Luyện nghe bài hát Ancient Ways

Southern
Blows your hair
I my eyes
In silent

A lightning
In the sky
You hold my
We to fly

The rolls in
And time still
I see it all
It's crystal

The of time
Are away
The is gone
We fly

ways
Of wisdom
They're of me
in my soul

I know their
They guide my
I these words
To
spell

Stones in a
A bright burning
Pounding the
As we
In the
Flames rising
Ghost of breath
in the cold winter air

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

Look in the
Look deep
Now shed your
Now drink this

Familiar
thoughts
I have the
I have

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

Stones in a
A burning flame
the drums
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
Flames rising
of your breath
Hangs in the cold air