Luyện nghe bài hát The Rise

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

up!
Light floods
In a yellow shadow night
down
In a dull swipe.
And white

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

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

is lost
Winter rocks into a boxwood grove
And quiet
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 are hiding, up on high
The wind is through the briars
The is beating through the briars

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 when you wake
Grey smoke the way you walk
by when it's time

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

Down down down
down down down
Down
down
Down
down
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