Luyện nghe bài hát Legend

He is on a hill
A vapid is crawling through the vale
The trees are of transiency
The demons forge hammers and

The is in the air
The in the skies
The is in his hair
The morning`s in his
The turns on
And he be
On the
The has left alone...

He travel all the ways
That lead to the unknown
has distorted his view
An in his due

The is in the air
The in the skies
The wind is in his
The in his eyes
The rain on
And he be
On the
The has left alone...