Luyện nghe bài hát The Bee

A in the sky
Ablaze the spark the stars
Its gleaming wings cut their way
the silent paths of space

Planets whirl, are lit
Mountains fly, are dimmed
Its golden sabres tear through

In the night of the of death
Fly the prince electors

On the banks of
the skeletons of kings
Their skulls of sugar sweet
Their piled up on the shore

On bed of mottled
flowers cold as ice
Pray the weak, the old, the

And when the tiny one from heaven
Crawls inside the skull
And when the one it summons the others
To inside the chosen skull

build their castles
In the heads of
Bring life to the halls
They build their
In the of kings
And will flow once more
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In the night of the of death
Fly the silent electors
And when the tiny one from comes
Crawls inside the chosen
And the tiny one it summons the others
To crawl inside the chosen

They their castles
In the of kings
Bring to the empty halls
build their castles
In the of kings
And will flow once more
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