Luyện nghe bài hát First Recollection

My recollection, a day in December
Black iron steam covered in ice
Like some monster
and snorting
Nothing was ever going to beat that
In a fair

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

I've a man in a crisis
Falls back on he knows best
A to murder, a thief to theft
And I want you to think
That this is kind of deathbed confession
Umm, but run is what I did when put to the

My first is a day in November
forty seven tracin' lines through the sky
Like some old curse
praying
Upon the dreams of
Who jealously life passing by

I've sat and watched my
through the summer
Now I'm sitting, hearing my youngest cry down the
Winter's on, days getting dreary
And I'm thinking is the season
I leave you all

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