Luyện nghe bài hát Perfume Of Withered Roses

...and the waves helpless
as the shore them
the which adorned the sky

so dark but
every stone, every
is all of a picture
together they on the beholder

who takes the nature in and it
but picture is different from human-eye to human-eye
though it always be the same

bewitch me the perfume of a rose
which is actually dead but the perfume (and the beauty) are
though it changes please or shock the human
a withered rose often in connection with

the so we say it is the end
but everything can fade away the the pain...

so we say that the is loosen from all spheres
and it's just a which hides the life in it's being

but in any the being is constant
though it is often or eternal only the
but the only true is not the withering
it is that fall to pieces too...