Luyện nghe bài hát Pictures At An Exhibition

Lead me tortured dreams
Childhood of nights alone,
Wipe endless years,
tears as dry as stone.

From of confusion,
illusions dark blossoms grown.
now in furrows of sorrow
the still is sown.

My life's course is
decided by drawn
on charts of my past
and pathways I was born.

The

I the dust of a journey
that cannot be away
It deep within me
For I breathe it day.

You and I are yesterday's
The of the past came to flesh,
Eroded by Time's
To the we now possess.

share of my breath and my substance,
and mingle our and our times.
In bright, moments,
Our reasons are in our rhymes.

The Curse of Yaga

Double faces dark
Talk too but talk no sense
Yeah I see smiling eyes
Butter us up with lies

Talk to creatures raise the
Fate you sure got fed
apart from houses of stone
Whores and hustlers the bone

The Gates of Kiev

Come forth, from fire
in life's fire,
born in fire.
Come forth, love's fire

In the burning, of our yearning,
for to be.
And in pain there be gain,
new life!

Stirring in, streams
and dark seams
the fossil sun gleams.

They were, to the gates
the tides of fate,
ride the of fate.
They were, to the gates

In the all are yearning,
For to be.

no end to my life,
no beginning to my
is life.