Luyện nghe bài hát In The End

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

Stood by the at the foot of the garden
Watching them pass clouds in the sky
Try to cry out in the of the moment
by a fury that burns from inside

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

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