Luyện nghe bài hát Eurus

Spinning stone uphill again
atonement for a bygone sin
Under the weight of it, my
like a dry branch in a westward wind

But and his pantheon of kin
the first nine out of every ten
Minas, like lightning hands
It all back to his pockets, in the end

You can't take any gold or rings further the grave
Nothing we make can we
But the bait hanging from the string is calling my name
And the wind it slips again
Out of my

As sits idly by
I spin her wheel all my might
Crushing my kin for
from the ivory of your tooth and eye

Under the table she dines
I sit hungry with my foamed white
Fighting for crumbs trickle down
As she finishes her cake, then a bite from mine

You can't take any gold or rings further than the
we make can we bring
But still the bait hanging from the string is my name
And like the it slips again
Out of my