Luyện nghe bài hát Arc Of Time (Time Code)

You can make a
Carve it stone
a feather falling
It is still

Until the clock up
Says it's to go
You could the high
Or the lower

You might clinch your
You might fork tongue
As you or praise
All the things you've

And the move
And the dies
As we over
On the arc of

So you nurse your
a wounded dove
In the covered of night

Every is crossed
By frenetic
That separate and then

And they twist like
Till you asleep
And finally unwind

a black balloon
It's a dream you'll soon

I if you make friends
With Jesus
You will get up
From chalk outline

And then you'll get up
And you'll dress in
All to take your
In his chorus

And then in come
With those marching
In a saintly

No whiskey slurs
No more haired girls
For your whole eternal

And do the dance
That was
At the very of time

Singing, I you son
The day come
You die, you'd die, you'd die, you'd die

You would die, you'd die, die, you'd die
You would die, you'd die, die, you'd die
You would die, you'd die, die

To the part
Of the heart
The fear of expands

we crack the code
We always known
But could understand

On a circuit
We soon be born
Again, again, again,

And again, again, again,
And again, again, again,
And again, again,