Luyện nghe bài hát The Rise

All the on the rise
Circlers from side
All the on the rise
Circlers from side

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

Fire painting on the
And hawks the timber-line
Water weeping the ice

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

is lost
Winter rocks into a lonely grove
And quiet
Smothers all of the
the ladies coughed and cried,
["I don't to be there when it's time!"]

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

on the graves of the saints
Dull grey as the sea pushes land
Dull when you wake
Grey shows the way you walk
down by it's time

I don't want to be there when time
To go down,
I don't want to go down there
down
I don't want to go down there

Down down down
Down down down
down
Down
Down
down
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