Luyện nghe bài hát Beyond Words

With my right first
I into the holy mosque
Upon the white marble
Where day and night sat worshippin, praying

and left, the mosque being cleaned
Shinin, not a of dust
The carvings of marble, the plates of
The of the whole mosque

Yeah, the of it all
Then the grandest of the whole
The big house of Allah
Covered with black cloth and gold writin

My life passed me, the good and the bad
Such a feeling, my brother, never felt I had
A special bondage to the
A chill in me

Lookin around the large was filled with unity
Circling the beautiful
Chanting, people sitting, prayin for
to do better, I witnessed

Takin a breath, tears was runnin
I ran around the black house, the ancient black
Built by Ibrahim, be upon him, circlin 24 no doubt
I got closer, as did my heart, as did my soul,

How everyone had their attention on worshippin
All forgotten, focused on prayin
Forgettin everything matters and happenings, just
I looked up in the sky Allah for this journey

Sayin, "I swear I didnt schedule to be here this
I thought Id come here like pops in my forties and
And the doe I paid for the ticket was for some hobby
But who am I to say if I will be tomorrow
Or 20 from now, will my health be able to follow?"

For a moment I pictured myself 6 deep
In the cemetery, my corps in the same sheets
Allah holds the master and its already written
The pens are withdrawn, the pages are dry, its

back on my life
Life thats been given to me
Open my eyes and embrace the
to you and I

Con mi mano abro la puerta
Mi madre me recibe con un peridico y una
Veo fotos de mi padre abatido por
De ya yo espero

Que mis lgrimas caigan, me
Me sorprende que mis ojos
Secos y mi alma est
En mi cuerpo no hay dolor por una persona ya

outside
There was something I
Tomorrow the sun will and together
Will see the of eternity

a caminar y despejar mis pensamientos
Lo normal sufrimiento
O un sentimiento
Le a Dios que lo ampar en sus ltimos momentos

Looking on my life
Life, thats been given to me
Open my and embrace the smile
to you and I

Looking back on my
No regret, only the journey
Lessons from the simple
by you and I

With my right hand
I open the door to the
Where my woman gave
To my first son

Only minutes
I was in the room, nervous
Mom's giving me
Family

As I approached, I could him crying
I didnt notice that my tears running
Pictured myself for a
In the arms of my

Flashback to the shoulders
On Id sit grabbing his finger
Taking my first
I become like him?

After a certain age up
Stop showing
But cold throughout the years
by hugs

Father in his ears
The was gathered
Pictures were
My still shaking

My joy was words, him in my arms
Three generations of tears running so
He came Gods blessing
And grace, so we him Faizan

If I worship you in fear of hell, me in it
And if I worship you in hope of paradise, me from it
But if I worship you for own being
Dont from me your everlasting beauty

If I worship you in fear of hell, me in it
And if I worship you in of paradise, exclude me from it
But if I you for your own being
Dont from me your everlasting beauty