Luyện nghe bài hát Turn of the Century

Realising a out of stone,
Set moving.
shaped his heart,
Through his hands.
Worked to his passion into clay,
the sun.

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

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

In the still of dawn, she dies.
hands soul revealing.

Like 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.

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

Laughing as danced,
Highest colors others.

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

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

Was the sign in the day 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 pearl deep eyes,
Tears have away,
All the light.

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

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