Luyện nghe bài hát A Maker Of My Time

Held up here, it's a fear
And this space take my mind
A cloudy wake, a young mistake
That I'm in
I can't see when I filled sleep
It's a dream of mine
But I rise with my morning eyes
all spoken

Wait, drown it in the waterhole
Taste, the feeling of a soul
All in all I need to get me

I still stir, such a war of
I'm a of my time
I feeble man with a plan
Oh I'm
Make my bed on the unsaid
And my meekness me low
I stood fair, but you still weren't
So you've

Wait, don't it in the waterhole
Taste, the of a fever soul
All in all I to get me through