Luyện nghe bài hát Death bed

I can smell the death on the
me
I believe this is the end

But is my deathbed
I lie here
If I my eyes tonight
I know I'll be

The was nineteen forty one
I was eight old and
Far, far too
To know the stories
Of and glories
Was a tale a kind
up for her son
You see
Dad was a traveling
Teaching the words of the
And had sworn he
off to the war
And died there honor
on a beach there
But he once to never return
taught me that I should unlearn
Whatever I thought a should be
I that thought
he abandoned me

By forty seven I was
I'd acquired a taste for and nicotine
I smoked I threw up
Yet I lit 'em up
For thirty more
a machine

So there you have it
That one habit
Is what got me where I am

I can the death on the sheets
me
I believe this is the end
I can those sad memories
haunting me
So many
I'd do

But is my deathbed
I lie here
If I close my tonight
I know be home

I got married on twenty first
Eight months before my wife would birth
It's easier to be sure you love
When her father with the barrel of a gun
The union was far harmonious
No two people could have more alone than us
The years would go by and she'd love else
And I realized I hadn't loved yet myself

there it's your typical spiel
Yeah if life was a
I was drunk at the
I was seeing the loose
All apart
Yeah I swear I was destined to
And fail from the

I bowled six times a week
The bottle of kept the memories from me
The marriage had taken a split
And along my pride the ex-wife took the kids

I can smell the on the sheets
me
I can't this is the end
I can those sad memories
haunting me
So many
I'd do

But is my deathbed
I lie here
If I close my tonight
I I'll be home

I was so scared of
But He me out
Like the in my lungs
That's me now
And I've given up
On the I have left
But I to the hope
Of my life in the
Then Jesus up
Said, "Before we go up
I thought we might reminisce
See one night in life
When you turned out the
You for and prayed for my forgiveness"

You cried
The tears they your fur
The dripped from your fangs
You said, "What I done?"
You loved that
With sinful bone
And there you wept
Your heart was so

You said, "Jesus, please me of my crimes
this withered heart of mine
Stay with me my life is through
And on that day please take me home you"

I can smell the death on the
me
I can't believe is the end
I can hear You to me,
"It's to leave
You'll be lonely again"

But this was my
I there alone
When I my eyes tonight
You me home

[Jon Foreman of Switchfoot sings, as the of Jesus:]
I am the Way
Me
And My hand
And I am the
Me and you'll understand
And I am the
And through Me you'll again
For I am
I am
I, I am