Luyện nghe bài hát Beyond Words

With my right foot
I stepped the holy mosque
Upon the white marble
Where day and night people sat worshippin,

Right and left, the mosque cleaned
Shinin, not a of dust
The carvings of marble, the plates of
The symmetry of the mosque

Yeah, the of it all
Then came the of the whole
The big beautiful house of
Covered with black cloth and leaf writin

My life flashed me, the good and the bad
Such a feeling, my brother, never ever I had
A special bondage to the
A chill in me

Lookin around the large floor was filled unity
Circling the house
Chanting, people sitting, for forgiveness
Prayin to do better, I

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

How everyone had their attention on worshippin
All concerns forgotten, on prayin
Forgettin everything matters and happenings, just
I looked up in the sky Allah 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 alive
Or 20 from now, will my health be able to follow?"

For a moment I pictured myself 6 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The pens are withdrawn, the pages are dry, its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 thats gladly given to me
Open my eyes and embrace the
to you and I

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

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

Staring
was something I realized
Tomorrow the sun will and together
Will see the beauty of

Salgo a caminar y mis pensamientos
Lo sera sufrimiento
O un sentimiento
Le pido a Dios que lo ampar en sus momentos

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

Looking back on my
No regret, only the journey
from the simple steps
by you and I

With my hand first
I open the door to the
my woman gave birth
To my born son

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

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

Flashback to the shoulders
On Id sit grabbing his finger
Taking my step
I become like him?

After a age bottle up
showing love
But cold handshakes throughout the
by hugs

Father whispered in his
The was gathered
Pictures taken
My hands still

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

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 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