Luyện nghe bài hát Colors of The Sun

of the sun
Flashing on the top
on the land

Picking for a
Many other tiny
Singing past my

to understand
You are not
It is not
to be this way

Dying men draw in the air
to conquer little bits of time
Scuffle with the crowd to get share
And behind their little bits of time

in the air
Sympathetic
from the trees

Hanging at my
shiny surfaces
Clinging in the

Oh, me where I am
I am not
If I am
Not to plan my

Disillusioned savior the sky
Wanting just to someone the way
all the people passing by
Doesn't anybody the way

I say goodbye to Joseph and
They think, they see sky
From my fallen window, I see them
I'll never them from the sky