Luyện nghe bài hát The Eternal

Procession moves on, the shouting is
Praise to the glory of ones now gone
Talking as they sit round their tables
Scattering flowers washed by the rain

Stood by the gate at the foot of the
them pass like clouds in the sky
Try to cry out in the of the moment
Possessed by a fury that burns from

Cry like a child, though these years make me
With children my time is so wastefully
A burden to keep, though their inner
Accept like a curse, an deal

Played by the gate at the foot of the
My view stretches out the fence to the wall
No words could explain, no actions
Just watching the trees and the leaves as they