Luyện nghe bài hát Beyond Words

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

and left, the mosque being cleaned
Shinin, not a of dust
The of marble, the plates 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 and gold leaf writin

My life flashed me, the good and the bad
Such a feeling, my brother, never felt I had
A bondage to the almighty
A chill in me

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

a deep breath, tears was runnin
I ran the black house, the ancient 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 attention only on worshippin
All concerns forgotten, on prayin
Forgettin everything matters and happenings, giving
I looked up in the sky Allah for this journey

Sayin, "I swear I didnt to be here this early
I thought Id come like pops 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 tomorrow
Or 20 years from now, will my be able to follow?"

For a moment I pictured 6 feet deep
In the cemetery, my corps in the same sheets
Allah the master plan and its already written
The pens are withdrawn, the pages are dry, its

back on my life
Life thats gladly given to me
Open my eyes and the smile
to you and I

Con mi derecha abro la puerta
Mi me recibe con un peridico y una carta
Veo fotos de mi abatido por disparos
De momentos ya yo

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

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

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 gladly given to me
Open my eyes and embrace the
to you and I

Looking back on my
No regret, only the sweet
from the simple steps
by you and I

With my right first
I open the door to the
Where my gave birth
To my born son

Only minutes
I was in the room, nervous
giving me comfort
Family

As I approached, I could him crying
I didnt notice my tears were running
Pictured myself for a
In the arms of my

Flashback to the shoulders
On which Id sit his finger
my first step
Would I become like

After a age bottle up
Stop showing
But handshakes throughout the years
Replaced by

Father in his ears
The family was
Pictures were
My hands 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 worship you in of hell, burn me in it
And if I you in hope of paradise, exclude me from it
But if I worship you for your own
Dont withhold from me your 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 me your everlasting beauty