Luyện nghe bài hát Out Of The Blue

Out of the on the wings of a dove
A messenger comes, with the beating of
It's not a of love

Our childern are born, and we keep
must have the right, to live in the light
To be from the storm

Out of the blue, with wings on his
A messenger comes, regrets
For the that he steals

But it he will, my children's and mine
our desires, against all our needs
Our blood spilled wine

Over and we call . . . no one hears
And further and further and we fall
And though we pray we soon will awake
It is clear, that no dream at all
Our are at stake

I believe, nor even pretend
That the thunder I hear, will just
And the nightmare end

So hold back the fire 'cause this much is
When all's said and done, the ending will
From out of the