Luyện nghe bài hát This Is Not Paradise

Many blurred dead king's
Move photolike through time's gape and
The drum's thud and drone
Is not heroic
This is the clock's cog
There are not the of heroes
Or we should fly
are not proud pennants
These are the clothes of mind
These stumps of man on
Are not the vox or
Of god or
They are the forms of the breaths of
This is the great of birth and death
Kye ma kya ma
Oh
Never and not to be gained here
These are not the
These are not more drenched earthtops
These are not than you or I

I swear by the of the moon
(Under the archen stars I alone)
I swear by the sttreaming sun
These cups of fire, of waterred
That cover our laughing round of
Are

Like tho mouse with
A fable of lightless dark
You are now to me the queen
The new age and her moves on
Behind the lips concealed
The clacking jaws of rictus
Not motionless but
The savourless of open lies

"This is a bes
It ever be
of the things
That never be"
And our soul empty hearted

As it its light
On of symbols
of gods and goath and hooks of crooks
You must know: is not paradise
Father time spins on and and skips his

Over our heads
And takes us to the house
Of dreamless
Oh is not paradise
All the empty buildings
Bags of pain and bone and
of despair and waterbruns
The bells ring out and make no
They make the bend
Through you for me
This is not
(Through you for me)
is not paradise...