Luyện nghe bài hát u00c9lan

Leave the and let the springtime talk
In tongues from the before man
Listen to a tell her tale
Let the guest in, out, be the first to greet the morn

The meadows of await harvest
The cliffs unjumped, waters untouched
The elsewhere yet unseen
Finally your number up, free fall awaits the brave

Taste the wine, the blind
They guide you from the light
Writing noughts till the end of

Surf the clouds, race the
It from the runs undone
Meet me where the cliff the sea

The answer to the riddle before eyes
Is in dead leaves and skies
swans and sedulous mice
Writings on the garden book, in the minute of a look

a sandcastle close to the shore
A of cards from a worn out deck
A home the fellowship, poise and calm
Write a lyric for the song only you can

Taste the wine, the blind
They will you from the light
noughts till the end of time

Surf the clouds, race the
It feeds from the runs
Meet me the cliff greets the sea

hard every shooting star
Come to life, open mind, have a laugh at the
Come, drink deep, let the dam of seep
with great Élan, dance a jig at the funeral

Taste the wine, race the
They will guide you the light
Writing noughts till the end of

Surf the clouds, race the
It feeds from the runs
me where the cliff greets the sea