Luyện nghe bài hát For Good

A hot and Sunday
Faces, faces
Then a face, I remember my face ago
fear

Many scars
In just his short few
In the of his silence he ran away from the violence
To

But is my day
And I can dream the buried cry
I've got something better
And it just be my own
For

But is my day
And I can see the in my head
But it's not the
I transform the pain

For
I the pain
For
I transform the
For