Luyện nghe bài hát Floating Towards Distress

She runs to the down below
a boat under a willow
Away from the mirror, the and the tower
Where she yearned for him, hour after

Under a sky like a blue dome
Stands the queen of
A skin as white as the rivers
tips the hem of her dress

A crown of a garland she wore
Blinking to Camelot in
To which she stares, through
Tears that are her sight

A forlorn
for her God
Carving in the
The Shallot

Like a prophet the entire future
She the chain
While death stretches its hand and
Seizing her to

Paralysed and in distress, she
Into the night by clothe
When the sings a mournful song
through the spheres of night
Where it dissolves at the
her life
Undone...