Luyện nghe bài hát The Eternal

Procession moves on, the is over
Praise to the glory of loved now gone
Talking aloud as they sit round tables
Scattering washed down by the rain

by the gate at the foot of the garden
Watching pass like clouds in the sky
Try to cry out in the heat of the
Possessed by a fury that burns from

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 foot of the
My stretches out from the fence to the wall
No words explain, no actions determine
Just watching the and the leaves as they fall