Luyện nghe bài hát In The End

Procession on, the shouting is over
Praise to the glory of loved ones now
Talking as they sit round their tables
Scattering washed down by the rain

Stood by the gate at the of the garden
Watching pass like clouds in the sky
Try to cry out in the of the moment
Possessed by a that burns from inside

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

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