Luyện nghe bài hát White Light

Oh, the of the hill
silently at will
like some forgotten by an age
with no guns its gate
the estate
waiting for its history's dawning page
with the of the sea before its height
and the strength of those whom see beyond their
oh, the anvil rings
and the it sings
no voice nor poet's pen can put to
and lines of force
around the humble lives
of the souls that hear the saying soon
with the clouds gather near disturb the night
striking of a difference, fleeing fright
no slight of tongue nor
can so boldly there
the spirit of it's truth shall speak the time
and no of life
can be held the sight
of the buttresses of ageless binds of
the communion of the forces delight
with the fear that no may read nor write
white
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 those by the lamb
with the powers of the wind both fierce and
and the waters of the storm went the night