Luyện nghe bài hát Beyond Words

With my right first
I into the holy mosque
Upon the cold white
Where day and people sat worshippin, praying

Right and left, the 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 beautiful house of
Covered with black cloth and gold leaf

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

Lookin around the floor was filled with unity
Circling the beautiful
Chanting, people sitting, prayin for
Prayin to do better, I

Takin a breath, tears was runnin
I ran around the black house, the black house
Built by Ibrahim, peace be upon him, circlin 24 no
I got closer, as did my heart, as did my soul,

How everyone had attention only on worshippin
All concerns forgotten, on prayin
Forgettin matters and happenings, just giving
I looked up in the sky thanking for this journey

Sayin, "I swear I didnt to be here this early
I thought Id come here like in my forties and fifties
And the doe I paid for the was meant for some hobby
But who am I to say if I will be tomorrow
Or 20 years from now, will my health be to follow?"

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The pens are withdrawn, the pages are dry, its

back on my life
Life gladly been given to me
Open my and embrace the smile
to you and I

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

Que mis caigan, me preparo
Me que mis ojos estn
Secos y mi alma est
En mi cuerpo no hay por una persona ya olvidada

outside
There was I realized
the sun will rise and together
Will see the beauty of

Salgo a caminar y despejar mis
Lo normal sera
O un parecido
Le pido a Dios que lo ampar en sus momentos

Looking back on my
Life, thats gladly been to me
Open my eyes and the smile
to you and I

Looking on my life
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 woman gave
To my born son

Only before
I was in the room, nervous
Mom's me comfort
Family

As I approached, I hear him crying
I didnt that my tears were running
myself for a moment
In the of my father

Flashback to the bended
On which Id sit grabbing his
Taking my first
Would I like him?

a certain age bottle up
Stop showing
But cold throughout the years
Replaced by

Father whispered in his
The family was
were taken
My still shaking

My joy was beyond words, him in my
Three of tears running so calm
He came with blessing
And grace, so we him Faizan

If I worship you in of hell, burn me in it
And if I worship you in hope of paradise, me from it
But if I worship you for own being
Dont withhold from me your beauty

If I worship you in of hell, burn me in it
And if I worship you in of paradise, exclude me from it
But if I worship you for your own
withhold from me your everlasting beauty