Luyện nghe bài hát From Here

The on the water leaves the outline of a stranger
A silhouette of anger and
His words are cold as ice with syllables of
Defining his own hatred and
You can see the edge of his words From
You can see the of the world From Here
A veteran of living, no babe in the woods
learned to walk; He's learned to fall down
He'll lend a to no one
In fear of a con man with a contract on the run
say he belongs to the wind
He starts the end begins
He won't fight for love; He threw it all
It's just a dangerous game he's not to play