Luyện nghe bài hát Turn of the Century

Realising a out of stone,
Set moving.
shaped his heart,
Through his hands.
Worked to mold his passion 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,
Winter calls, he cries "Don't me!"
For his lady, her illness.
has caught her,
And will for all take her.

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

Like we touch, we learn.
We once the story.
As winter calls he starve,
All but to see the be life.

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

Could she hear
Could she see
All was his room,
in this light.
He would her,
He would her.

as they danced,
Highest colors others.

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

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

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

Was it sun the haze,
That made all looks,
As as moonlight?
As a pearl your eyes,
Tears have away,
All the light.

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

Like we touch, we see,
We will the story.
As calls we'll both remember,
All those many ago.