Luyện nghe bài hát Rain

Dying rose in a vase of
For someone who
And brings her to again
on your defeated leaves
And a for your arm
No soul to for here
Rain above here eyes never reached to make her
And the fire colored
Tragedy by trust, her wolrd to the pyre
And the wrote these lines
Seized to a world built on lost
The has begun
To shate its silent
Her turned to dust
Frail in my hands, soul out, crawling to the end...
Rain above her eyes reached to make her blind
And the fire night
Tragedy by trust, her wolrd to the pyre
And the fire wrote lines.
above her eyes never reached to make her blind
And the fire night
Tragedy by trust, her wolrd to the pyre
And the fire these lines.