Luyện nghe bài hát White Light

Oh, the village of the
sitting at will
like prophecy forgotten by an age
no guns before its gate
the estate
lies waiting for its history's dawning
the raging of the sea before its height
and the strength of those whom see their sight
oh, the anvil rings
and the it sings
no voice nor pen can put to tune
and electric of force
ring the humble lives
of the that hear the master saying soon
with the clouds that gather disturb the night
striking of a difference, fleeing fright
no slight of nor hand
can so there withstand
when the of it's truth shall speak the time
and no of life
can be held within the
of the buttresses of ageless binds of
the of the forces take delight
with the fear that no tongues may nor write
light
oh the of the hill
sitting still
with the strength of ages past they're still at
reckons not to behind
but to look within and
and to of those enlightened by the lamb
the powers of the wind both fierce and light
and the waters of the storm through the night