🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Exile - Enya

 Cold as the northern 
  December mornings,
 Cold is the cry that 
 From this far distant 
 
 Winter has come too 
 Too  beside me.
 How can I chase 
 All these fears deep 
 
 I'll wait the  to come.
  find a way
  will wait the time to come.
  find a way home.
 
  light shall be the moon
 And my path - the 
 My guide the  star
  I sail home to you.
 
 I'll  the signs to come.
 I'll  a way
 I will wait the  to come.
 I'll  a way home.
 
 Who then can  my soul?
 Who  quell my passion?
 Out of these dreams -  boat
 I will sail  to you.