Luyện nghe bài hát Beyond Words

With my right first
I stepped into the mosque
Upon the cold white
day and night people sat worshippin, praying

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

Yeah, the of it all
Then came the grandest of the
The big beautiful house of
Covered with black cloth and leaf writin

My life flashed passed me, the and the bad
Such a feeling, my brother, ever felt I had
A special bondage to the
A chill in me

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

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

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

Sayin, "I swear I didnt schedule to be here early
I thought Id here like pops in my forties and fifties
And the doe I for the ticket was meant for some hobby
But who am I to say if I be alive tomorrow
Or 20 from now, will my health be able 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The pens are withdrawn, the pages are dry, its

Looking on my life
Life thats gladly been to me
Open my eyes and 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 lgrimas caigan, me
Me que mis ojos estn
y mi alma 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 sera sufrimiento
O un parecido
Le pido a que lo ampar en sus ltimos momentos

Looking back on my
Life, gladly been given to me
my eyes and embrace the smile
to you and I

Looking on my life
No regret, only the journey
Lessons from the steps
by you and I

With my hand first
I open the door to the
my woman gave birth
To my born son

Only minutes
I was in the waiting room,
giving me comfort
Family

As I approached, I hear him crying
I didnt notice that my were running
Pictured for a moment
In the of my father

to the bended shoulders
On which Id sit his finger
Taking my step
Would I become like

a certain age bottle up
Stop showing
But cold throughout the years
Replaced by

whispered in his ears
The was gathered
were taken
My hands shaking

My joy was words, him in my arms
Three generations of running so calm
He with Gods blessing
And grace, so we named him

If I worship you in fear of hell, 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 beauty

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