Luyện nghe bài hát Turn of the Century

Realising a out of stone,
Set moving.
Roan his heart,
his working hands.
Worked to mold his passion clay,
the sun.

In his room, his lady,
She would dance and so completely.
"So be still," he now cries,
"I have time, oh let clay thee so."

In the deep of night,
Winter calls, he cries "Don't me!"
For his lady, her illness.
has caught her,
And for all reasons take her.

In the light of dawn, she dies.
Helpless hands revealing.

leaves we touch, we learn.
We knew the story.
As winter he will starve,
All but to see the be life.

Now Roan, no tears.
Set to his strength,
So him.
Realizing a out of stone,
His so absorbed him.

Could she him?
Could she see
All was his room,
Dazed in light.
He would her,
He hold her.

Laughing as danced,
colors touching others.

Did her eyes at the of the century,
me plainly.
How meet, how we'll love,
Oh, let so transform me.

leaves we touch, we dance.
We knew the story.
As autumn and we both,
Remembered all those years ago.
I'm we know.

Was the in the day with a touch,
As I kiss fingers.
We hands in the sun,
when we're young,
Love so.

Was it sun the haze,
made all your looks,
As warm as
As a deep your eyes,
Tears flown away,
All the light.

Did her eyes at the of the century,
me plainly.
When we meet, how look,
As we smile time leave me clearly.

leaves we touch, we see,
We know the story.
As autumn calls both remember,
All those years ago.