Luyện nghe bài hát Give Me Healing

Morning sun so bright, I put on my eyes,
hide my face the spotlight.
I walk the streets with this pack on my
of books and the poetry I write.
Life's a battlefield.
This pen is my sword, this book is my
and I gain ground, on a bench in the or a café downtown.
But night when the shades come off,
I look back on the lines I've crossed and I my head.
I'm getting better but I ain't yet.

Still busting up this on my shoulders.
All my set in stone make it hard to carry on.
But I've got hands hanging over,
the pillow where I lay my head at the end of the day
and give me healing. They give me healing.

Wheels turn and seasons roll, across the highs and -
hot, January cold -
and I pack heavy, 'cause I got to be for
whatever the wind may blow.
I've learned a lot from the behind,
the I've crossed, the mountains I've climbed, the interstate signs,
leading me through stage in the back of my mind.
But night when the curtain falls,
I account of the highway's cost and I hang my head.
I'm getting but I ain't there yet.

I'm still busting up this on my shoulders,
all my set in stone. Sometimes it's hard to carry on,
but I've got praying hands over,
the pillow I lay my broken head at the end of the day
and give me healing.

And I won't lay my hammer down they lay me in the ground.
And I'll singing like it's Sunday morning,
lightening my load these wheels run out of road.

I'll be busting up brick on my shoulders.
Hammer falls and I see stars. I still wonder they are.
got praying hands hanging over,
the pillow where I lay my head at the end of the day
and they give me healing. give me healing.