Luyện nghe bài hát White Light

Oh, the village of the
sitting silently at
like some forgotten by an age
with no guns its gate
the estate
lies waiting for its dawning page
with the raging of the sea its height
and the strength of whom see beyond their sight
oh, the anvil rings
and the symphony it
no voice nor poet's pen can put to
and electric lines of
ring around the lives
of the souls that hear the saying soon
with the clouds that gather near the night
striking flashes of a difference, fleeing
no of tongue nor hand
can so boldly withstand
when the spirit of truth shall speak the time
and no ignorance of
can be held the sight
of the buttresses of ageless of time
the communion of the forces take
with the fear no tongues may read nor write
light
oh the village of the
sitting silently
with the of ages past they're still at hand
not to look behind
but to within and find
and to hear of those by the lamb
with the of the wind both fierce and light
and the waters of the went through the night