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

We the long way home,
the prison gates and through the years.
And at the side of the road we saw a man
old grey skin held his ageing bones together like an oversized leather glove.
And whose eyes so far into his skull they seemed as black as the midnight air.
But this gift was his words.
He told us how there is a fine line 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 a man without principles is a fool only to himself.
And the years past and we saw him again.
The held a crystal glaze, but the scent did not return.