Luyện nghe bài hát The Garden

In this of many possible worlds,
All is for the best was bizarre test.
It is it is, and whatever.
Time is the infinite jest.
The arrow flies you dream;
The hours tick
The tick away
The Watchmaker to his schemes.
The tick away
They tick
The measure of a life is a measure of love and
So hard to earn, so burned.
The measure of a is a measure of love and respect;
So to earn, so easily burned.
In the of time,
A to nurture and protect
In the and the set of the sun,
Til the stars go spinning, spinning the night,
Oh, it is is it is, and forever;
Each moment, a in flight.
The arrow flies you dream;
The hours tick
The tick away
The Watchmaker has up his sleeves.
The hours tick
They tick
The measure of a is a measure of love and respect;
So hard to earn, so burned.
In of time,
A garden to and protect
Its a measure of a
The treasure of a life is a measure of love and
The way you live, the gifts you give.
In the fullness of
Is the only return you expect.
The future disappears memory,
With only a between.
Forever dwells in moment;
Hope is remains to be seen.
Forever in that moment;
Hope is remains to be seen.
In the of time,
A to nurture and protect
Its a measure of a
In the of time,
A garden to nurture and
Its a of a life
In the of time,
A garden to and protect
Its a of a life
In the of time,
A garden to nurture and
Its a of a life
Its a of a life
Its a of a life
Its a measure of a