Luyện nghe bài hát The Gates Of The Green

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

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

Although the is mocking at us o openly
He is at us
Setting its 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 whispering arms
Old tales are being told by the
opening the arms is enough
To be soared up by the

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

The answers
We are we believe