Luyện nghe bài hát The Flying Dutchman

There is a not world,
beyond the
where nothing is but is not,
she live.

Unreal
but her was a man
wicked and
her was the water
form.

She has a and sails the sea
year in year out the Dutchman's daughter
more a ghost and less who will redeem her,
and those hopeless souls cry about her
twilight creatures in a tortured chaos.

Pink fog turns purple, in the
the daughter and the lords of meet
Oh, me form,
and I'll bring sweet fantasy
She cries, give me a human body,
me a human body, hell.

And it is done a female body ashore
in of fantasy, a mysterious,
woman leaves the sea.