Luyện nghe bài hát The Eternal

Procession moves on, the is over
to the glory of loved ones now gone
Talking as they sit round their tables
Scattering flowers down by the rain

Stood by the gate at the foot of the
Watching them pass clouds in the sky
Try to cry out in the heat of the
Possessed by a fury burns from inside

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

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