Luyện nghe bài hát Turn of the Century

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

In the light of dawn, she dies.
Helpless 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.
a form out of stone,
His so absorbed him.

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

as they danced,
Highest touching others.

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

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

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

Was it sun the haze,
made all your looks,
As warm as
As a deep 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 time will leave me clearly.

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