Luyện nghe bài hát The Eternal

Procession moves on, the shouting is
Praise to the glory of loved ones now
Talking aloud as they sit round tables
Scattering flowers washed by the rain

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

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

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