Luyện nghe bài hát The Eternal

Procession moves on, the shouting is
to the glory of loved ones now gone
Talking aloud as sit round their tables
flowers washed down by the rain

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

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

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 watching the trees and the leaves as they