Luyện nghe bài hát Talisman

Trinket worn with colors matching eyes
Has lost its touch
People a distant hill
Have an ever-stretching sea of sand
Artificial cannot die
For life them is illusion

Talisman, talisman my hand
Talisman my hand

Figures of pedigrees
Control the non-existent soul of Smith
Walk the let it run
But not the rope to which its bound
Ships in bottles cannot
And neither can a kill a feather

Talisman, talisman my hand
grace my hand

Kings are nothing more without the
And the wealth behind their
Let me the choice of seeing
or setting sun before I die
Myriads of faces
Rush behind the eye of the

Talisman, grace my hand
Talisman my hand

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

Talisman, talisman my hand
grace my hand