🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Black River - Amorphis

 Still searching for my way, the right way  be
 still pondering  I've done
 I'm still thinking what I've said, still finding from 
 and all that I know is still not 
 
 I'm being held by the one  tormenting my soul
 the curving  of a swan
 the slow turning  a birds head
 
 So white its  and feathers
 its breast like the  in water
 silent and tranquil  moves
  the river in the calm
 
  wander back on familiar roads
 I sense the marks I  on the hills
 I see the cuts  wounds of my deeds
 they make me muse  life
 
 Up the hill and  mountain
 I look back,  look down
 there flows the River of 
 and  the wind in my hair