Luyện nghe bài hát White Light

Oh, the village of the
silently at will
like prophecy forgotten by an age
with no guns before its
the estate
lies waiting for its history's dawning
the raging of the sea before its height
and the strength of those see beyond their sight
oh, the smithies anvil
and the it sings
no nor poet's pen can put to tune
and electric of force
ring the humble lives
of the souls that the master saying soon
with the clouds gather near disturb the night
flashes of a difference, fleeing fright
no of tongue nor hand
can so boldly withstand
the spirit of it's truth shall speak the time
and no ignorance of
can be held within the
of the of ageless binds of time
the of the forces take delight
with the that no tongues may read nor write
light
oh the village of the
sitting still
with the strength of ages past they're still at
reckons not to behind
but to within and find
and to hear of enlightened by the lamb
with the powers of the both fierce and light
and the waters of the storm through the night