Luyện nghe bài hát The Flying Dutchman

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

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

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

Pink fog turns purple, in the
the daughter and the of chaos meet
Oh, me form,
and bring back sweet fantasy
She cries, me a human body, heaven
give me a body, hell.

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