Luyện nghe bài hát Footprints

It's beautiful
An old hand gathers
Can he see me sitting
His mind is else

His friend have away
He's left out in the
He sit by my fire
He says he likes it in the

Where footprints go
He it in the snow

It's getting dark
The old hand's going
Has he someone waiting
Is he living on his

footprints never go
He likes it in the

White blanket, hiding the
Of she didn't see
Oh, white blanket covers the
Of all that used to be, all that to be

But his keeps aching
In the old way
He help feeling that
She might back someday

beautiful outside
A magpie looks for
The old hand throws a
Do you he's found a friend?

Where never go
He likes it in the

White blanket, hiding the
Of paths he didn't
Oh white covers the memory
Of he didn't make [Incomprehensible]

Oh blanket, hiding the traces
Of tears he see
Snow white blanket covers the memory
Of all used to be

But his keeps aching
In the old way
He can't help feeling
She might back someday