Luyện nghe bài hát The Rise

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

up!
Light around
In a yellow shadow after
down
In a dull swipe.
And all's

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

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

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

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

The dying stag is on his
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
ache when you wake
Grey shows the way you walk
down by when time

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

down down down
Down down down
Down
down
Down
Down
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