Luyện nghe bài hát Pagan Streams

And we the pagan streams
And searched for white horses on hills
We lived dusk had meaning

And repaired to sleep, where noise abated
In touch with the
On honey street, on honey

What happened to a sense of
On hillside, getting dim
Why didn't they us, alone?

Why couldn't we be ourselves?
We could dream and keep
And on honey street

And we walked the pagan
In meditation and
And we need anybody, or anything

Then, no concepts free
And I wanna climb that hillside with you
One time

As the great, great, great, great, great, great,
Being watches
And we repair, repair, repair, repair, we
To street, to honey street