Luyện nghe bài hát Enya

Enya, In your language is there a word for
Or is it in your temple where you
Enya, In your temple you bloom like fire
But now your colours faded and cold
in your inner circle, Strength ain't muscle
Whatever makes it better, Hold onto pride
In time faith will wither, Fucked up and gone
Hurt live forever
Enya, In your garden all of angels gather
Taking you into hiding, Under wings
Enya, In your can you find hope for future
Where all fears and won't cloud your way
Enya, In your shelter, Is there a fire for
Burning your inhibitions