Luyện nghe bài hát The Rise

All the riders on the
Circlers from side
All the riders on the
Circlers every side

up!
Light floods
In a yellow shadow night
down
In a dull swipe.
And white

Fire painting on the
And above the timber-line
Water from the ice

Fire painting on the
And above the timber-line
Water weeping the ice

is lost
Winter rocks into a lonely boxwood
And snowfall
Smothers all of the
Where the ladies and cried,
["I don't want to be when it's time!"]

The stag is on his side
The hunters are hiding, up on
The is beating through the briars
The wind is through the briars

The dying is on his side
The hunters are hiding, up on
The wind is beating through the
The wind is beating the briars

Waves on the of the saints
grey as the sea pushes land away
Dull when you wake
Grey smoke the way you walk
down by it's time

I want to be there when it's time
To go down,
I want to go down there alone
Down
I don't to go down there alone

down down down
Down down down
Down
down
Down
Down
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