Luyện nghe bài hát Beyond Words

With my right foot
I stepped into the holy
the cold white marble
Where day and night sat worshippin, praying

and left, the mosque being cleaned
Shinin, not a particle of
The carvings of marble, the of gold
The symmetry of the whole

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

My life flashed passed me, the and the bad
Such a feeling, my brother, ever felt I had
A special bondage to the
A sudden in me

Lookin around the floor was filled with unity
Circling the house
Chanting, people sitting, for forgiveness
Prayin to do better, I

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

How had their attention only on worshippin
All concerns forgotten, focused on
Forgettin matters and happenings, just giving
I looked up in the sky thanking Allah for this

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

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The pens are withdrawn, the are dry, its written

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

Con mi derecha abro la puerta
Mi madre me recibe con un y una carta
Veo de mi padre abatido por disparos
De ya yo espero

Que mis caigan, me preparo
Me que mis ojos estn
y mi alma est calmada
En mi cuerpo no hay dolor por una ya olvidada

Staring
There was I realized
Tomorrow the sun will and together
see the beauty of eternity

Salgo a caminar y despejar mis
Lo normal sera
O un sentimiento
Le pido a Dios que lo ampar en sus ltimos

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

Looking on my life
No regret, the sweet journey
Lessons the simple steps
by you and I

With my hand first
I the door to the room
Where my gave birth
To my first son

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

As I approached, I could hear him
I didnt notice that my tears running
Pictured for a moment
In the of my father

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

After a age bottle up
showing love
But cold throughout the years
by hugs

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

My joy was beyond words, him in my
generations of tears running so calm
He came with Gods
And grace, so we him Faizan

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

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