Luyện nghe bài hát Sorrow

The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the
Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden
A man lies and of green fields and rivers,
But awakes to a morning with no for waking

He's by the memory of a lost paradise
In his youth or a dream, he can't be
He's forever to a world that's departed
not enough, it's not enough

His blood has & curdled with fright
His knees have trembled & way in the night
His hand has at the moment of truth
His step has

One world, one
Time pass, the river

not enough it's not enough
His hand has
.... .... ......

And he talks to the river of lost and dedication
And silent that swirl invitation
Flow and troubled to an oily sea
A intimation of what is to be

There's an wind that blows through this night
And there's in my eyes, that blinds my sight
And silence that so much louder that words,
Of promises