Luyện nghe bài hát The Rise

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

up!
Light floods
In a yellow after night
Comes
In a dull swipe.
And white

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

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

Heat is
Winter rocks a lonely boxwood grove
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 are hiding, up on high
The wind is beating the briars
The wind is beating through the

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

Waves on the graves of the
Dull grey as the sea pushes away
Dull ache you wake
Grey smoke shows the way you
down by it's time

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

Down down down
Down down down
Down
Down
Down
down
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