Luyện nghe bài hát Rings

Are you the that shapes the board
of a history, smoothed and worn
And oh, the weather
Dry spells,

Isn't it strange to see my
You must cut me down to inside
And oh, the pleasures
This ring tells of rain and this one's
years, nightmares

How is it I remember that I would live forever
it strange how truth can change
And oh, the weather
This ring tells of rain, one's summers
Dry spells,