Luyện nghe bài hát Beyond Words

With my right foot
I stepped into the mosque
Upon the white marble
Where day and people sat worshippin, praying

Right and left, the mosque being
Shinin, not a of dust
The carvings of marble, the of gold
The symmetry of the mosque

Yeah, the of it all
Then came the of the whole
The big beautiful of Allah
Covered black cloth and gold leaf writin

My flashed passed me, the good and the bad
Such a feeling, my brother, never ever I had
A special to the almighty
A chill in me

Lookin around the large was filled with unity
the beautiful house
Chanting, sitting, prayin for forgiveness
Prayin to do better, I

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

How everyone had their attention only on
All concerns forgotten, on prayin
Forgettin everything and happenings, just giving
I looked up in the sky thanking for this journey

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

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The pens are withdrawn, the are dry, its written

Looking back on my
Life thats been given to me
my eyes and embrace the smile
to you and I

Con mi mano derecha la puerta
Mi madre me con un peridico y una carta
Veo fotos de mi padre abatido por
De momentos ya yo

Que mis lgrimas caigan, me
Me sorprende que mis estn
Secos y mi est calmada
En mi no hay dolor por una persona ya olvidada

outside
There was something I
the sun will rise and together
Will see the beauty of

a caminar y despejar mis pensamientos
Lo sera sufrimiento
O un parecido
Le pido a Dios que lo en sus ltimos momentos

Looking back on my
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 hand first
I the door to the room
my woman gave birth
To my first son

minutes before
I was in the waiting room,
Mom's me comfort
Family

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

to the bended shoulders
On which Id sit grabbing his
my first step
Would I become like

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

Father in his ears
The family was
Pictures taken
My still shaking

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

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

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