Luyện nghe bài hát Indian Rain

I as if I have been buried alive
For the best part of hundred years
My body encased in a mountain of
Until one day my reappears
**** bends with the that it spends
In positions tormenting my
But now they are to emancipate me
the celibacy of the soul

So turn in grave
Hold back the incoming

wind in my face like the linen and lace
Are **** like ****
Fresh air in my lungs sharing his songs
**** through the
New in my veins like Red Indian rain
us of all shame we possess
With tears in my eyes (and anguish) I cry:
"I was all the time, I confess!"