Luyện nghe bài hát Beyond Words

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

Right and left, the mosque being
Shinin, not a particle of
The carvings of marble, the plates of
The of the whole mosque

Yeah, the of it all
came the grandest of the whole
The big house of Allah
Covered with cloth and gold leaf writin

My life flashed passed me, the 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
to do better, I witnessed

Takin a deep breath, was runnin
I ran around the black house, the ancient black
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 only on worshippin
All concerns forgotten, focused on
everything matters and happenings, just giving
I up in the sky thanking Allah for this journey

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

For a I pictured myself 6 feet deep
In the cemetery, my corps in the white sheets
holds the master 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The pens are withdrawn, the pages are dry, its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 the smile
to you and I

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

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

outside
There was something I
Tomorrow the sun will and together
Will see the beauty of

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

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

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

With my right hand
I the door to the room
Where my gave birth
To my born son

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

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

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

After a certain age up
Stop showing
But cold handshakes throughout the
by hugs

Father whispered in his
The was gathered
were 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 you in hope of paradise, exclude me from it
But if I worship you for your own
Dont withhold from me your everlasting

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
Dont withhold from me everlasting beauty