Luyện nghe bài hát In The End

Procession on, the shouting is over
Praise to the glory of ones now gone
Talking aloud as they sit round their
flowers washed down by the rain

Stood by the gate at the of the garden
Watching them like clouds in the sky
Try to cry out in the heat of the
Possessed by a fury burns from inside

Cry like a child, though these years make me
With my time is so wastefully spent
A to keep, though their inner communion
like a curse, an unlucky deal

Played by the gate at the foot of the
My view stretches out from the fence to the
No could explain, no actions determine
Just watching the trees and the leaves as fall