Luyện nghe bài hát In The Passage

There's a ring the moon

And a in the air
And a in the stars that
hang -- so
so near.
a sound in the wind that

Through the wild mountain
Like the sighs of a thousand

Crying --
There's a time when the
is to find
That insight has his gaze
behind --
And the steps taken
Will beckon
And lead to his weary
end -- end.
And in the
From the to the grave
We are born, dancing
Rushing headlong the
of the days
We run on and on
Without a backwards
We run on and on
a backwards glance.
But I cast my fate the
of Lot
I turned my gaze
neither what was sought
nor was to be found
Heeding weakness,

Life at is frail
I seek again the river's
through time's dark veil.
In the fast fading centurywe spin the years
I pray that our vision
-- our vision clears.
And in the
From the to the grave
We are born, madly
Rushing headlong the
of the days
We run on and on
Without a glance
We run on and on
a backwards glance.
The places and the faces

Like fishes in a
Hiding 'neath the banks
of long forgotten
The lines of life are never
when from end to end
The never coming
and the past has been.
There's a ring the moon

And a in the air
And a fire in the that
hang -- so
so near.