Luyện nghe bài hát Bang The Drum Slowly

(play the lowly)
i just stop
asking why, why
and running
wandering and
no matter how many fly by
"who, what and when"
like crazed eight year old
who needs to everything
in a so filled with nothing
running and
one ounce of proof
things that will not at the slightest touch
you tell me who the hell i gonna
i can looking at grown-ups
never mind trust
loud and proud laughing at things are not funny
chewing on what is left
of this cold, gray, world
i just gotta right on running
from it all
towards tears born from
towards dreams instead of
my age and stupidly brave
uz anything is than lying in some comfortable deathbed
into the abyss
as of living as i am of not living
one time i awoke
and could still the cold steel of a sword
had been thrust into me