Luyện nghe bài hát Flour In The Wind

Cold misty winter, late
The is short, is running low
On the river's surface, a mill
It a long, long time ago

The old, miller goes ashore
I what he's searching for

Death, pain,agony
Famin is spread all through the
Death, pain,agony
The fog is carried by the air

Pale, fingers search through the fields
They out nourishing seed
The miller fills his bags
all the stolen winter wheat

He grinds the corn and fills the air
Flour turns to fog hunger and dispair

Death, pain,agony....

Everytime when fog appears
There'll be no harvest only and tears

Death, pain, agony....