Luyện nghe bài hát November's Eve

[Music: Sipilä & CHARON Leppäluoto]

White of sour relish
four candles in nest
Sweet of brook flows in our minds... we fly.
Words in a cold eve,
taken by the form of
Falling down before get to known... the sough

by a fierce of night
and who RECLAIMED my mind
The dark is than we thought, so cold.
Black snow fade our shapes
roots of the oak
Sweet rhyme of brook through our times, alive.

A pray, another day
for the that never said.
November's eve, of a breeze
for the that never feels,
we die, forever disdain
in dreams of sour relish.
white, forever night
loose cleaves to a DARK.