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 pack on my back
full of books and the 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 night when the shades off,
I look on the lines I've crossed and I hang my head.
I'm getting but I ain't there yet.

Still busting up this on my shoulders.
All my set in stone make it hard to carry on.
But I've got praying hands over,
the pillow where I lay my head at the end of the day
and they me healing. They give 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.
I've a lot from the road behind,
the I've crossed, the mountains I've climbed, the interstate signs,
leading me through each in the back of my mind.
But each night the curtain falls,
I take account of the cost and I hang my head.
I'm getting but I ain't there yet.

I'm still busting up brick on my shoulders,
all my troubles set in stone. Sometimes it's hard to 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 won't lay my hammer down until lay me in the ground.
And I'll keep singing like Sunday morning,
lightening my until these wheels run out of road.

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