Luyện nghe bài hát Outlive The Hand

In death she of waiting
Her final were long
These fields have changed last she wept
Before the throng

She where childhood memories lie
Above, beside, them
The have outlived the hand
Which bled to first begin

As features of the merge
The oldest are falling
Awareness sweeps the aside
She stares as if

Seen first the canopy
They soon had the borders
The clouds infused with burning
from coldest corners

The windswept hastens now
As words are uttered
From lips of earth and strain
Like leaves, her last fluttered

Again it overhead
The of it stills me
And the water starts to fall
Preserve the drop kills me