Luyện nghe bài hát Deep Order

The mystery of all,
Is why we the world is such a mystery,
Though I can't it any other way,
No I not for the life of me,
They put forth and philosophies,
But the truth is much than these toys,
The and honeyed throat of the silence,
up this text for it's subtext of noise.

And we know why we think it's beautiful,
And we don't even what it is,
We just we feel that it's wonderful,
of the soul in all of this.

Made one day to this being,
And back to the great and all,
To the petty politic of dreaming,
Exit the audience to join the of the call,
This nameless this reckoner of ages,
all it's children to it's world of wordless wonder,
The ration of eternity's school,
The of god and the bones of thunder.

And we don't why we think it's beautiful,
And we don't even what it is,
We just we feel that it's wonderful,
of the soul in all of this.

Folded deep inside this day,
Are the parts of a scattered eternity,
Where all the moments coalesce into deep order,
And what we really are is all we never be,
spent in the vain pursuits of living,
Only to push us into next feeling wasted,
Our plans unused and laying on the map,
And the rain wine the only vintage tasted.

But when our lives are given over to this dark mother,
The peace beyond all senses will forgive all was other.

And we why we think it's beautiful,
we know what it really is,
To come just to feel the wonderful,
There be any more than this.