Luyện nghe bài hát Deep Order

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

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

Made one day to this being,
And merge to the great and all,
To quite the politic of dreaming,
Exit the audience to join the of the call,
This nameless everything reckoner of ages,
Brings all it's children to it's of wordless wonder,
The unknowing ration of school,
The blank of god and the of thunder.

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

Folded somewhere inside this day,
Are the unassembled of a scattered eternity,
all the chaotic moments coalesce into deep order,
And what we really are is all we never be,
Lifetimes spent in the pursuits of living,
Only to push us into world feeling wasted,
Our plans left unused and on the map,
And the water wine the only vintage tasted.

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

And we know why we think beautiful,
Because we know it really is,
To come alive just to the wonderful,
couldn't be any more than this.