Luyện nghe bài hát The Rise

All the riders on the
Circlers from side
All the on the rise
Circlers from every

up!
Light floods
In a yellow after night
down
In a dull swipe.
And all's

painting on the pines
And above the timber-line
weeping from the ice

Fire painting on the
And above the timber-line
weeping from the ice

Heat is
Winter rocks into a boxwood grove
And snowfall
all of the lawns
Where the coughed and cried,
["I don't want to be when it's time!"]

The dying is on his side
The hunters are hiding, up on
The wind is beating through the
The wind is beating the briars

The stag is on his side
The are hiding, up on high
The is beating through the briars
The is beating through the briars

Waves on the of the saints
Dull grey as the sea land away
Dull when you wake
smoke shows the way you walk
down by when it's

I don't want to be there when it's
To go down,
I don't want to go down alone
down
I don't to go down there alone

Down down down
Down down down
down
Down
Down
Down
Ooh