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 into clay,
the sun.

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

In the cold of night,
calls, he cries "Don't deny me!"
For his lady, her illness.
Time has her,
And will for all take her.

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

leaves we touch, we learn.
We knew the story.
As winter calls he 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 hear
she see him?
All was his room,
in this light.
He would her,
He would her.

as they danced,
Highest touching others.

Did her at the turn 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 called and we both,
Remembered all those years ago.
I'm we know.

Was the in the day with a touch,
As I your fingers.
We walk in the sun,
Memories when young,
lingers so.

Was it sun the haze,
That all your looks,
As warm as
As a pearl your eyes,
have flown away,
All the light.

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

Like we touch, we see,
We know the story.
As autumn we'll both remember,
All those years ago.