Luyện nghe bài hát Closed Hand, Full Of Friends

The scenery's and it warms my soul
I'm 200 miles and a long way yet to go
So get your boots on and your cool
And we'll leave our footprints upon a virgin snow
That ancient sunrise soon descend
And we'll be left here on the things which you cannot change
So start over with no means to an end
Just in love and out of hope and a hand, full of friends

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

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

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

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

In the recitations of the poets
In the buildings, in the burrows, in the lochte
I find my means 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 open heart in hold and a closed hand, of friends

In the recitations of the poets
In the buildings, in the burrows, in the locked
I will my means to an end
With an open heart in hold and a closed hand, of friends