Luyện nghe bài hát In The End

Procession moves on, the shouting is
Praise to the glory of loved now gone
Talking aloud as they sit round their
Scattering flowers washed down by the

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

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

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