Luyện nghe bài hát Give Me Healing

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

Still busting up brick on my shoulders.
All my troubles set in stone make it to carry on.
But got praying hands hanging over,
the where I lay my broken 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 heavy, 'cause I got to be ready for
whatever the wind may blow.
I've a lot from the road behind,
the I've crossed, the mountains I've climbed, the interstate signs,
me through each stage in the back of my mind.
But each when the curtain falls,
I account of the highway's cost and I hang my head.
I'm closer but I ain't there yet.

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

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

I'll be up this brick on my shoulders.
falls and I see stars. I still wonder what they are.
I've got hands hanging over,
the pillow I lay my broken head at the end of the day
and they me healing. They give me healing.