Luyện nghe bài hát Indian Rain

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

So in your grave
Hold back the incoming

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