Luyện nghe bài hát Give Me Healing

Morning sun so bright, I put on my eyes,
hide my from the spotlight.
I walk the streets with pack on my back
full of and the poetry I write.
a metaphorical battlefield.
This pen is my sword, this is my shield
and I gain ground, on a bench in the park or a downtown.
But each when the shades come off,
I look back on the lines I've and I hang my head.
I'm getting better but I there yet.

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

Wheels turn and seasons roll, the highs and lows -
hot, January cold -
and I pack heavy, I got to be ready for
whatever the wind may blow.
learned a lot from the road behind,
the bridges I've crossed, the mountains climbed, the interstate signs,
leading me through stage in the back of my mind.
But night when the curtain falls,
I take of the highway's cost and I hang my head.
I'm getting closer but I ain't 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 broken at the end of the day
and they me healing.

And I lay my hammer down until they lay me in the ground.
And keep singing like it's Sunday morning,
my load until these wheels run out of road.

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