Luyện nghe bài hát The Gates Of The Green

In my eyes I see the path
To the gates of land
Fluffy under my feet
My hair talking with the
Drops of which have just fallen down
Like the pearls on conweb's

I ask who we are
The lights
Waiting for unquiet
A crooled of space
A handful of ash which to
the diamond

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

In my mind's I see the trees
Which are trying to the sky
With their whispering
Old tales are told by the bird
Just opening the arms is
To be up by the wind

the Time is mocking at us o openly
He is at us
Setting its against us
We are not
To rule the current of his stream

The answers
We are what we