Luyện nghe bài hát TURN OF THE CENTURY

Realising a form out of
Set hands
Roan his heart
his working hands
Work to mould his passion clay
the sun

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

In the deep cold of
Winter calls, he cries, don't me
For his lady, her illness
has caught her
And will for all reasons her

In the light of dawn, she dies
Helpless hands soul

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

Now no more tears
Set to work his
So him
a form out of stone, his work
So him
she hear him
she see him
All aglow was his bathed in this light
He would her
He hold her
Laughing as they
Highest touching others

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

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

Was the sign a touch
As I kiss fingers
We hands in the sun
Memories when young
Love so

Was it sun thru the
That all your looks
Warm as
As a pearl, deep your
Tears have flown
All the same

Did her eyes at the turn of the
me plainly
When we how we'll look
As we time will leave me clearly

Like leaves we touch, we
We will the story
As calls we will both remember
All many years ago