Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Wind

Cold it blows,
blowing you like Sunday morning.
Chill in my bones, take me home, me.
Home is the heart is, but my heart's been truly stolen.
wind it blows, wind it blows.

Fire in my gut reminding me yes I will,
big role, great big hole, great big hole.
Oh, no one knows. You tell me those chains cooking.
in my gut, in my gut, in my gut.

And are places you will never go.
And there are things that you know.
It all on which side of the road.

Cold wind in my makes me feel like
I am far my place.
I got no land, I got no face.
Tell me Mr, what's a man to believe in?
in my soul, in my soul, in my soul.

And there are places you will go.
And there are things that you know.
It all depends on side of the road.

Come in my hand, you tell me
I am to obey laws of your land, of land, of your land.
You don't the rules of the silly games you play.
take my hand, take my hand, take my hand.

And there are you will never go.
And there are things you never know.
It all depends on side of the road.

And there are you will never go.
And there are things that you know.
It all on which side of the road.