Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Gardens

The behind the painting I drew is already told
No more tear on the pages of my diary

Tired but unable to up
Since I'm responsible for the lives I

The is done
The down

All the are told
All the gone
in my own world
Now I care for gardens

My is little worth anymore
Time to lay weary pen aside

The play is
The curtain's

Where are the wolves, the underwater
The eleven path, the of youth
Lagoons of the sea?

Have I felt enough for one deed
Or is it time to the Ancient of Days
And let the conceive?

All the tales are
All the orchids

All the tales are
All the gone
in my own world
Now I care for dead