Luyện nghe bài hát The Gates Of The Green

In my mind's eyes I see the
To the gates of child's
Fluffy moss my feet
My talking with the wind
Drops of rain have just fallen down
the pearls on conweb's cover

I ask who we are
The candle
for unquiet wind
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 the current of his stream

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

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

The Nature
We are what we