Luyện nghe bài hát The Gates Of The Green

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

I ask who we are
The lights
Waiting for wind
A mirror of space
A handful of ash which to
Become the

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

In my mind's eyes I see the
Which are to touch the sky
With their arms
Old tales are being by the bird
Just 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 Nature
We are what we