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 washed down by the rain

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

Cry a child, though these years make me older
With my time is so wastefully spent
A to keep, though their inner communion
like a curse, an unlucky deal

Played by the gate at the of the garden
My stretches out from the fence to the wall
No words could explain, no determine
Just watching the trees and the leaves as fall