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 shadow forms cast by a
by as eyes of the past
But the rising tide them effortlessly claiming

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

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

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

Nothing can my destroy
As as none smile
opened ears and opened eyes
And they dared to laugh

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