Luyện nghe bài hát Witchful Spirit's Care

I her eyes my own to take
and she turned my sake
My in need
and herself indeed

I met a girl down in the
A fading rose was on her
Her eyes dreaming wild
Full beautiful, a

And on the floor she's all
I sit upon cold, grey stone
And I dream my away
yet as I may

And the through the spears
My heart waters full of
Run in down the wall
for another give you
Do you know who made
You are called by you do
spheres, spheres we see
Joy reduces to

I feel my to fade
Almost asleep, my only
She spoke the words, used the
"I you true..."

And the fields, and bare
The eternal there
Fed with cold, hands
in a rich and fruitful

And the sun never shine
Joy loss of mine
In what distant or skies
burned the fire of your
end...