Luyện nghe bài hát u00c9lan

Leave the and let the springtime talk
In tongues from the before man
to a daffodil tell her tale
Let the in, walk out, be the first to greet the morn

The meadows of heaven await
The cliffs unjumped, cold waters
The elsewhere yet unseen
Finally number came up, free fall awaits the brave

Taste the wine, the blind
They guide you from the light
Writing noughts till the end of

Surf the clouds, race the
It feeds the runs undone
Meet me the cliff greets the sea

The to the riddle before your eyes
Is in dead and fleeting skies
Returning swans and sedulous
Writings on the garden book, in the minute of a look

Building a close to the shore
A house of cards from a worn out
A home from the fellowship, poise and
a lyric for the song only you can understand

Taste the wine, race the
They will guide you the light
Writing noughts the end of time

Surf the clouds, race the
It feeds from the runs
Meet me the cliff greets the sea

Riding hard shooting star
to life, open mind, have a laugh at the orthodox
Come, deep, let the dam of mind seep
with great Élan, dance a jig at the funeral

Taste the wine, the blind
They guide you from the light
Writing till the end of time

Surf the clouds, race the
It feeds the runs undone
Meet me where the cliff the sea