Luyện nghe bài hát Still Life

The axe is swift and
Feel the grain, it wide
Cut to build the mansions
Of banks and in distant hands
The axeman to the sun
Covered eyes, blind to

The is eroding
The sacred past
No feats of progress
Comfort the
The earth is shred and
Fortune hit and ru-un

earth, poisoned skies, wasted seas
Will we see the light through the
Before the last axe

A sweet of rage is blowing
From forest to the
Slowly the is turning
With love the is sown
No time for feeling
change to make
While there's li-ife

learnt quickly fade, memories
Will we see the light through the
As the axe falls