🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Exile - Enya

 Cold as  northern winds
 In  mornings,
 Cold is the cry  rings
 From  far distant shore.
 
 Winter has come  late
 Too close  me.
 How can I chase 
 All these fears  inside?
 
 I'll wait  signs to come.
 I'll  a way
 I will wait the time to 
 I'll find a  home.
 
 My light shall be the 
 And my path -  ocean.
 My guide the  star
 As I sail home to 
 
 I'll wait the signs to 
  find a way
 I will wait the time  come.
 I'll find a way 
 
 Who then  warm my soul?
 Who can quell  passion?
 Out  these dreams - a boat
 I  sail home to you.