Luyện nghe bài hát The Eternal

Procession moves on, the is over
Praise to the glory of loved now gone
Talking aloud as they sit round tables
Scattering flowers washed down by the

by the gate at the foot of the garden
Watching them pass like in the sky
Try to cry out in the of the moment
by a fury that burns from inside

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

Played by the at the foot of the garden
My view stretches out from the to the wall
No could explain, no actions determine
Just the trees and the leaves as they fall