Luyện nghe bài hát Flour In The Wind

Cold winter, late afternoon
The is short, is running low
On the surface, appears a mill
It sunk a long, time ago

The old, lame goes ashore
I know what searching for

Death, pain,agony
is spread all through the land
Death, pain,agony
The white fog is by the air

Pale, bony search through the fields
They scratch out seed
The miller fills his bags
With all the winter wheat

He the corn and flour fills the air
Flour to fog bringing hunger and dispair

Death, pain,agony....

Everytime this fog appears
There'll be no harvest only hunger and

Death, pain, agony....