Luyện nghe bài hát Something Magic

In the of the storm
Something being born
When the world is torn
By the beating of a

Like a dam about to
a drunkard's crazy thirst
In the of the storm
Something being born

It's the dark of the soul
When the nightmares take their
When the come to mock
Against the ticking of the

When the of the night
Come like vultures for their
In the hours of the soul
When the nightmares take their

the dawning of the day
Night-time's panic swept
When the clouds which so dark
Are exchanged for morning's

When the stars which so bright
Are for morning's light
In the of the day
Nigh-time's panic swept

Nigh-time's panic away