Luyện nghe bài hát Autumn Years

Picking up the pieces of my
I wonder why the hell I came here
A man without a future to face
And nothing but a memory to

Holding on to threads of
Imagining the roads I could taken
It fills me a deepening sense of shame
And outside, I can hear the pouring

There is a place, in my mind, I escape
And there, I understand the way I
And deep in this of make believe
I spend my autumn years with you

in this gray and sunless world
I try to come to terms with guilty
A man to pay the final price
And nothing but his to sacrifice

be a time when I'll be gone from your mind
A fading ghost that soon will
And deep in my of endless pain
I must my autumn years

I'm picking up the pieces, I'm picking up the
I'm picking up the pieces, I'm picking up the
up the pieces of my life