Luyện nghe bài hát Songs of Old

Turn the key in the iron
Of the old oak
Lean into its
With all my weight and

Immediately my olfactory it's home
Paper and paraffin
With a of gold

Marble hands are pouring
Silver wings the chains?
Streams of light make hallow home

singing the songs of old
Mama's the songs of old
Singing the of ages
Though the gold is by red
Singing the rock of
it down and make new things
Singing the of ages
are made this way
Singing the rock of

hopes and endless fears
Polish stone
The desire
The of the grain
This time I walk the

And turn the key in a door
I want to why

All these never spoken
Danced or drawn or sung or
How we built this song by song

singing the songs of old
Mama's singing the of old
Singing the rock of
the gold is marred by red
Singing the rock of
Melt it down and make new
the rock of ages
Empires are made way
the rock of ages

Mama's the songs of old
Singing the rock of
Though the is marred by red
Singing the rock of
Melt them and make new things
Singing the of ages
Empires are made way
the rock of ages