Luyện nghe bài hát Can-utility And The Coastliners

The pages of a book by the sea
Held by the sand, washed by the
A forms cast by a cloud
Skimming by as eyes of the
But the rising tide absorbs effortlessly claiming

told of one who tired of all singing
'Praise him, him'
"We heed not flatterers", he
By our command, retreat, show my power, halt at my feet
But the was lost, now cold winds blow

Far from the north overcast advance
Fear of the accusing with rage and scorn
The waves surround the throne
Singing, 'Crown him, crown
Those who love our majesty show all bent their knees

But he a smile even though his hopes
Lay where offerings fell, where they fell

Nothing can my peace
As long as none
opened ears and opened eyes
And soon dared to laugh

See a little man with his face red
Though his story's often told, you can he's dead