Luyện nghe bài hát Do Not Move A Muscle, Do Not Breathe A Word

We drove the way home,
past the gates and through the years.
And at the side of the road we saw a man
whose old grey skin held his ageing bones together an oversized leather glove.
And whose eyes sank so far into his they seemed as black as the midnight air.
But this mans was his words.
He us how there is a fine line between order and chaos,
that there are those in life who do not know what they are for,
but it is the fight that counts,
and that a man without is a fool only to himself.
And the years and we never saw him again.
The held a crystal glaze, but the scent did not return.