Luyện nghe bài hát Face To The Sky

She is standing, to the wind
Dark is lifting, a to the sky
A homecoming laughter swirling her

Dizzy as a top on a board
Dizzy as a top on a chess

The memory of wild men, still
In a desert of fire
Holding back the fear of whistling a

Dizzy as a top on a board

She'd rather hold
rather hold today
She grabbed a hold of she had to say

Men are in the darkness, the face
And the sky was again
The laughter swirling around her

as a top on a chess board
Dizzy as a top on a board

Whistling a tune that she's heard
Holding back the feeling of the
And hearing all her thoughts and lifting her face to the sky
Lifting her to the sky

Lifting, lifting, lifting, her
Lifting, lifting, lifting, her
Lifting, lifting, lifting, her
Lifting, lifting, lifting, her