Luyện nghe bài hát Give Me Healing

Morning sun so bright, I put on my eyes,
my face from the spotlight.
I walk the streets with this on my back
full of books and the I write.
Life's a battlefield.
pen is my sword, this book 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 crossed and I hang my head.
I'm getting better but I there yet.

Still busting up brick on my shoulders.
All my set in stone make it hard to carry on.
But I've got praying 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 and lows -
July hot, cold -
and I pack heavy, 'cause I got to be for
whatever the wind may blow.
I've learned a lot the road behind,
the bridges crossed, the mountains I've climbed, the interstate signs,
leading me through each stage in the of my mind.
But each night when the falls,
I take of the highway's cost and I hang my head.
I'm closer but I ain't there yet.

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

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

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