Luyện nghe bài hát The Rise

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

up!
Light around
In a yellow after night
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 hawks the timber-line
weeping from the ice

Heat is
Winter rocks into a lonely boxwood
And snowfall
all of the lawns
Where the ladies and cried,
["I want to be there when it's time!"]

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

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

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

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