Luyện nghe bài hát Talisman

Trinket worn with colors matching eyes
Has lost its magic
People from a hill
Have crossed an ever-stretching sea of
Artificial flowers die
For life within them is

Talisman, grace my hand
grace my hand

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

Talisman, grace my hand
Talisman grace my

Kings are nothing more the glory
And the wealth behind their
Let me feel the choice of
or setting sun before I die
Myriads of painted
behind the eye of the uncertain

Talisman, talisman my hand
Talisman my hand

Let me live to do
And let me do only to
My steel comes with the sun
And thats it slumbers now

Talisman, grace my hand
Talisman my hand