Luyện nghe bài hát Pictures At An Exhibition

Lead me from tortured
Childhood of nights alone,
Wipe endless years,
childhood as dry as stone.

seeds of confusion,
illusions dark have grown.
now in furrows of sorrow
the doubt is sown.

My life's course is
decided by limits
on of my past days
and since I was born.

The

I carry the dust of a
cannot be shaken away
It lives within me
For I breathe it day.

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

Come 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 loud but talk no
Yeah I see those smiling
Butter us up smiling lies

to creatures raise the dead
Fate you know got fed
Trained apart houses of stone
and hustlers pick the bone

The Great Gates of

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

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

Stirring in, salty
and dark seams
where the sun gleams.

were, sent to the gates
Ride the of fate,
ride the of fate.
were, sent to the gates

In the all are yearning,
For to be.

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