🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Black River - Amorphis

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