Luyện nghe bài hát TURN OF THE CENTURY

Realising a form out of
Set moving
Roan shaped his
his working hands
Work to mould his into clay
the sun

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

In the cold of night
calls, he cries, don't deny me
For his lady, her illness
has caught her
And will for all take her

In the still light of dawn, she
hands soul revealing

Like we touch, we learn
We knew the story
As winter calls he will
All but to see the be life

Now Roan no more
Set to work his
So him
Realising a form out of stone, his
So him
Could she him
she see him
All aglow was his room in this light
He touch her
He would her
Laughing as they
Highest touching others

Did her eyes at the turn of the
me plainly
How we meet, how love
Or let life, so me

Like we touched, we danced
We once the story
As autumn called and we
Remembered all many years ago
I'm sure we

Was the sign a touch
As I kiss your
We hands in the sun
when we're young
Love so

Was it sun the haze
That made all looks
as moonlight
As a pearl, deep your
have flown away
All the same

Did her eyes at the of the century
Tell me
we meet how we'll look
As we smile will leave me clearly

Like we touch, we search
We will the story
As autumn calls we both remember
All those years ago