Luyện nghe bài hát First Recollection

My first recollection, a day in
Black iron steam covered in ice
Like some Cambrian
and snorting
Nothing was ever going to beat beast
In a fight

I've sat and the woodpiles
Grow the summer
Now I'm sittin', smellin' summer burn through the
Winter's coming on, gettin' dreary
And I'm this is the season
Where I you all

heard a man in a crisis
Falls back on he knows best
A to murder, a thief to theft
And I don't want you to
That is some kind of deathbed confession
Umm, but run is what I did when put to the

My first is a day in November
Seven seven tracin' lines through the sky
Like some old gypsy
Silently
Upon the of those
Who jealously watch passing by

sat and watched my troubles
Pile through the
Now I'm sitting, hearing my cry down the hall
coming on, days getting dreary
And I'm this is the season
That I you all

I've that the son must bear
The of the father
But it's the that is left to clean up the mess
And I don't want you to
I'm asking for absolution
Umm, but run is what I did when put to the