Luyện nghe bài hát The Eternal

Procession moves on, the shouting is
Praise to the glory of ones now gone
Talking aloud as they sit round their
Scattering washed down by the rain

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

Cry like a child, these years make me older
With children my time is so 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 actions
Just watching the trees and the as they fall