Luyện nghe bài hát Phoenix

Into the
My suffering friend
We'll be reborn
Right where everything ends

to the sky
A of smoke in the air
Pass into
New life's you there

Slave to some old
of yesteryear
Now all that in the skulls
Of the living are flowers of

The red
A calling you back
through a thousand years
White whistle and crack

Await the dawn with her of redemption,
My firebird!
You the queen of the souls of all men
there was the w-o-r-d

The new, the morning red,
The promise
Mad swirling wheels round her head
to the queen of souls, her lost disciples
And the fire's work is done
Our to be reborn

By pagan
A wind whips the leaves the trees
And it is to us
That we are dreams dreams

Born from some
Old of yesteryear
Now all grows in the skulls of the living
Are of fear

The morning new, the red,
The fiery
Mad swirling smoke wheels her head
Dedication to the queen of souls, her disciples
And when the work is done
Our to be reborn

The morning new, the red,
The fiery
Mad smoke wheels round her head
to the queen of souls, her lost disciples
And when the work is done
The now reborn