Luyện nghe bài hát Perfume Of Withered Roses

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

so but beatyful
stone, every stem
is all of a picture
together they weave on the

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

bewitch me the perfume of a withered
which is dead but the perfume (and the beauty) are steady
though it changes please or the human mind
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 withering is from all spheres
and it's just a cover which hides the life in it's

but in any form the is constant
though it is often or only the rememberance
but the true grief is not the withering
it is that rememberances fall to too...