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 you flowers bloom like fire
But now your colours faded and cold
Hide in your inner circle, Strength ain't
Whatever makes it better, Hold onto your
In your faith will wither, Fucked up and gone
Hurt live forever
Enya, In your all of your angels gather
you into hiding, Under their wings
Enya, In saviour can you find hope for future
all fears and angers won't cloud your way
Enya, In your shelter, Is there a fire for
Burning your inhibitions