Luyện nghe bài hát Closed Hand, Full Of Friends

The scenery's changing and it my soul
I'm 200 miles and a long way yet to go
So get boots on and your walking cool
And together leave our footprints upon a virgin snow
That sunrise will soon descend
And we'll be left here pondering on the things which you change
So let's start with no means to an end
Just in love and out of hope and a hand, full of friends

Yeah, well, was alright but I was dead in the water
Couldn't see it in its light, I kneel in its altar
All I was to tear it right down to the ground
But I'm feeling now, yeah, I'm feeling alright

Every when the coffee's on
And I that color in your eyes, in its gold and its bronze
And in the moonlight go get the camera, go
With the recitations of the poets popping on our scrolls

Yeah, well, I was alright but I was in the water
see it's light, I couldn't kneel in its altar
All I was a turn right down to the promising
Through fleeting culture
And hide away wolves and the vultures
All they wanted was to tear me down to the ground
Oh, I'm alright, I am now, yeah, I'm feeling alright

In the recitations of the parish
In the buildings, in the burrows, in the boats
I find my means to an end
With an open heart in and a closed hand, full of friends

In the of the parish poets
In the buildings, in the burrows, in the lochte
I will find my to an end
With an open heart in hold and a hand, full of friends

In the recitations of the parish
In the buildings, in the burrows, in the locked
I find my means to an end
With an heart in hold and a closed hand, full of friends

In the recitations of the poets
In the buildings, in the burrows, in the boats
I find my means to an end
an open heart in hold and a closed hand, full of friends