Luyện nghe bài hát Nothijngrad

Sometimes the
memories, sometimes the night
Brings feelings you thought are died
In some dusty, forgotten lost hall of your yes, sometimes
The

time a sea of ox-eyes
Painting the irises of
Flooding mi senses with
my forgotten halls with bright

Because the lanes of the
Always lead to railways
Always lead to the most pointless
Rhymes of that sometimes we must write
Take the hand that is to you
Let yourself to this Sunday

We're riding this to some-place beyond
So don't believe we'd stop by
A thousand years we've got ahead of your [x2]

The further sight, always the farthest of
The farthest

and might
We believe Nothijngrad