Luyện nghe bài hát Talisman

Trinket worn colors matching saddened eyes
Has its magic touch
People from a distant
Have crossed an sea of sand
Artificial cannot die
For life them is illusion

Talisman, talisman my hand
Talisman my hand

Figures made of
the non-existent soul of John Smith
Walk the let it run
But slacken not the to which its bound
in bottles cannot sail
And can a tombstone kill a feather

Talisman, talisman my hand
Talisman grace my

Kings are nothing without the glory
And the wealth behind their
Let me the choice of seeing
Dawn or setting sun I die
of painted faces
Rush the eye of the uncertain

Talisman, talisman grace my
grace my hand

Let me live to do
And let me do to live
My steel image comes the sun
And thats where it now

Talisman, grace my hand
Talisman my hand