Luyện nghe bài hát The Gates Of The Green

In my mind's eyes I see the
To the of child's land
moss under my feet
My hair talking with the
Drops of rain which have just fallen
Like the pearls on cover

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

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

In my mind's I see the trees
Which are to touch the sky
With whispering arms
Old are being told by the bird
opening the arms is enough
To be up by the wind

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

The answers
We are we believe