Luyện nghe bài hát The Eternal

Procession moves on, the is over
Praise to the glory of ones 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 heat of the
Possessed by a fury burns from inside

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

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