Luyện nghe bài hát Deep Order

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

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

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

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

Folded somewhere deep inside day,
Are the parts of a scattered eternity,
Where all the chaotic moments coalesce into order,
And what we really are is all we could be,
Lifetimes in the vain pursuits of living,
to push us into next world feeling wasted,
Our plans left unused and on the map,
And the rain water wine the vintage tasted.

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

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