Luyện nghe bài hát From Here

The shimmering on the water leaves the 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 of his words From Here
You can see the edge of the world From
A of living, he's no babe in the woods
He's learned to walk; He's to fall down
He'll a hand to no one
In fear of a two-faced con man with a on the run
say he belongs to the wind
He starts where the end
He won't for love; He threw it all away
It's just a dangerous game he's not to play