Luyện nghe bài hát Indian Rain

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

So in your grave
Hold the incoming rain

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