Luyện nghe bài hát Windstorm

windmills cut
the dividing the imagined and true
the neglect to see what the heart pursues
but my heart a dream in these unseen hues
in the

not to say
that i don't the limitations and the
from the expectation
it's not
but the of creation
it's the
thing true to me

when the burnin from sky to ground
swing my around
the windstorm
when the fire's burnin from sky to
swing my around
the windstorm

time has thrown
shadows over my shoulder as ghosts owned
movement of my lost like a stone
cast as a wish into a with no sound
no at the end

how can i say
it's wrong to feel the and the
from the expectation. it's not naive
but the of creation. it's the only
thing true to me

when the fire's burnin from sky to
swing my weight
the windstorm
when the fire's burnin sky to ground
swing my weight
the windstorm