Luyện nghe bài hát The Gates Of The Green

In my mind's eyes I see the
To the gates of land
Fluffy moss under my
My talking with the wind
of rain which have just fallen down
Like the pearls on cover

I ask who we are
The candle
Waiting for unquiet
A crooled mirror of
A handful of ash wants to
Become the

Although the Time is mocking at us o
He is at us
its face against us
We are not
To rule over the current of his

In my eyes I see the trees
are trying to touch the sky
With their arms
Old tales are being by the bird
Just opening the is enough
To be up by the wind

Although the Time is mocking at us o
He is at us
Setting its face us
We are not
To rule over the of his stream

The answers
We are we believe