Luyện nghe bài hát The Rise

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

up!
Light floods
In a yellow shadow night
down
In a dull swipe.
And white

Fire on the pines
And hawks the timber-line
weeping from the ice

Fire on the pines
And hawks the timber-line
Water from the ice

Heat is
Winter rocks into a lonely boxwood
And snowfall
Smothers all of the
the ladies coughed and cried,
["I don't want to be there it's time!"]

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

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

on the graves of the saints
Dull grey as the sea land away
Dull ache when you
Grey shows the way you walk
down by when time

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

Down down down
Down down down
down
Down
down
Down
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