Luyện nghe bài hát The Suffering Of The Stream

There is a place she would always be
Where the snows between the cankered trees
Holding his sour
He knows there
Watching the as it flows
her soft white dress, it flows
In the breezes
the stones
Watching her cold white dress, it
He could see his love like a long dream
He could see his love veiled beneath the
He see his love grow pallid and suffer as he weeps
His tears fall her in oil-rainbow streaks
He could see his own reflection the stones
There is a place she will always be
Where the blossom floats her through the reeds
Where cling the willow
His fingers
Searching for her arms to seize
Watching her soft white dress, it
In the breezes
Smoothing the
Watching her white dress, it floats