Luyện nghe bài hát The Rise

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

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

Fire painting on the
And hawks above the
weeping from the ice

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

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

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

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

Waves on the of the saints
Dull as the sea pushes land away
Dull when you wake
smoke shows the way you walk
down by it's time

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

Down down down
Down down down
Down
down
Down
down
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