Luyện nghe bài hát Talisman

Trinket worn with colors matching saddened
Has lost its touch
People from a distant
crossed an ever-stretching sea of sand
Artificial cannot die
For within them is illusion

Talisman, talisman grace my
grace my hand

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

Talisman, talisman my hand
Talisman my hand

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

Talisman, talisman grace my
Talisman grace my

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

Talisman, grace my hand
Talisman grace my