Luyện nghe bài hát The Calling

A cry shivers the
A voice in agony that shrieks the trees
In a land where no one
In a where spirits dwell hear their fatal screams

The old man clutches his heart as he looks to the
He knows his has come
A woman stands in the dark, her hair is white with
just begun

Fates warning is heard, run shivers up and the spine
Of who believe
The old and decrepit seen, they mourn in the night
Young and they conceive

Moon looks through the drifting
Thunder cracks the sky, she screams throughout the
The magpie spreads his wings and looks you in the eye
And at you in spite

of innocence take me away
Dancing her pitiful ritual, stalking her prey
The bard and the banshee sound a wail
hour has come, let it come

The old man wakes with the
upon his brow, he gets the spell
Father O'Reilly in the moors
The people mourn, the church's bell

Moon looks through the drifting
Thunder the sky, and she screams, yeah
The laughing magpie his wings
And you in the eye, and laughs

The spirits of innocence take me
Dancing her pitiful ritual she's her prey
She's your way, the bard and the banshee
Sound a harmonious wail, predestined has come

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