Luyện nghe bài hát The Rise

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

up!
Light around
In a shadow after night
Comes
In a dull swipe.
And white

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

painting on the pines
And hawks above the
Water from the ice

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

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

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

Waves on the of the saints
Dull grey as the sea pushes away
Dull ache you wake
Grey smoke shows the way you
by when it's 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 want to go down there

Down down down
Down down down
Down
Down
Down
down
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