Luyện nghe bài hát Beyond Words

With my foot first
I stepped the holy mosque
the cold white marble
Where day and people sat worshippin, praying

Right and left, the mosque cleaned
Shinin, not a of dust
The carvings of marble, the of gold
The symmetry of the whole

Yeah, the of it all
came the grandest of the whole
The big house of Allah
Covered with black cloth and gold writin

My life flashed me, the good and the bad
Such a feeling, my brother, ever felt I had
A special to the almighty
A sudden in me

Lookin the large floor was filled with unity
Circling the house
Chanting, sitting, prayin for forgiveness
to do better, I witnessed

Takin a breath, tears was runnin
I ran the black house, the ancient black house
Built by Ibrahim, be upon him, circlin 24 no doubt
I got closer, as did my heart, as did my soul,

How everyone had attention only on worshippin
All concerns forgotten, focused on
Forgettin matters and happenings, just giving
I up in the sky thanking Allah for this journey

Sayin, "I swear I schedule to be here this early
I thought Id come like pops in my forties and fifties
And the doe I paid for the ticket was for some hobby
But who am I to say if I will be tomorrow
Or 20 years from now, will my health be to follow?"

For a moment I pictured 6 feet deep
In the cemetery, my in the same white sheets
Allah holds the master plan and its written
The pens are withdrawn, the pages are dry, its

back on my life
Life thats been given to me
Open my and embrace the smile
to you and I

Con mi derecha abro la puerta
Mi me recibe con un peridico y una carta
Veo fotos de mi padre por disparos
De ya yo espero

Que mis caigan, me preparo
Me que mis ojos estn
Secos y mi est calmada
En mi cuerpo no hay dolor por una persona ya

outside
There was I realized
the sun will rise and together
Will see the beauty of

Salgo a y despejar mis pensamientos
Lo normal sera
O un sentimiento
Le pido a Dios que lo en sus ltimos momentos

Looking on my life
Life, thats been given to me
Open my and embrace the smile
to you and I

Looking back on my
No regret, only the sweet
Lessons from the simple
by you and I

With my hand first
I the door to the room
Where my woman birth
To my born son

Only before
I was in the waiting room,
Mom's me comfort
support

As I approached, I hear him crying
I notice that my tears were running
Pictured myself for a
In the arms of my

Flashback to the bended
On which Id sit grabbing his
Taking my step
I become like him?

After a age bottle up
showing love
But cold handshakes throughout the
by hugs

Father in his ears
The was gathered
Pictures were
My hands shaking

My joy was beyond words, him in my
generations of tears running so calm
He with Gods blessing
And grace, so we him Faizan

If I worship you in of hell, burn me in it
And if I worship you in of paradise, exclude me from it
But if I you for your own being
Dont withhold from me your beauty

If I worship you in of hell, burn me in it
And if I worship you in hope of paradise, me from it
But if I worship you for your own
Dont withhold from me your everlasting