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
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 in the park or a café downtown.
But each when the shades come off,
I look back on the lines crossed and I hang my head.
I'm getting but I ain't there yet.

busting up this brick on my shoulders.
All my set in stone make it hard to carry on.
But got praying hands hanging 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 -
July hot, January -
and I heavy, 'cause I got to be ready for
whatever weather the 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 each night when the falls,
I account of the highway's cost and I hang my head.
I'm closer but I ain't there yet.

I'm still busting up brick on my shoulders,
all my troubles set in stone. Sometimes 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 they me healing.

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

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