Luyện nghe bài hát Raphael

In the cool of the evening
The garden gold and
My at my hand
Two virgins in the
and angels on the
descending as sing,
"Raphael, oh Raphael"
O how it made you
To see my form
think a human touch
Could make an angel
and you'd grudgingly
as if you me,
Raphael.
You'd linger to talk
For as we'd walk
Your feet on the hills
you never had fill
Was it you who us fire
On your of desire,

And the earth grew cold
the vision not hold
heaven closed its
we see you anymore
and our voices the air
a table or a chair,
Raphael.
But I swear still an ember
of paradise
a shade of blue
the we knew
and I wonder if you
the feel of grass beneath feet
and when you embrace
now, does the blood rise in face

Oh, Raphael, Raphael.
Copyright 1995, Hugh Blumenfeld / Hydrogen Music