Luyện nghe bài hát Tides of the Moon

The threads that run through your
Hand from your
Wind through your
The kind you can't

The you can't conceive
The kind you can't
But wish you could
you could weave
I wish you see
It you to me

And you fly in the of the sun
And you in the tides of the moon

The paths that run from your
through the trees
Wind like a
The you can't escape

The you can't conceive
The kind you can't
With prickly little
Sharp teeth
hungry for the threads
Hanging from your

on a path
The kind you can't
But wish you could
And you could leave
You wish you see
I you could see
It you to me

And fly in the of the sun
And you float in the of the moon

And fly in the of the sun
And in the tides of the moon

In the tides of the
In the tides of the
In the tides of the
In the tides of the