Luyện nghe bài hát High Countries

A bus station, in the steam the rain
In line of pale strangers, should I go or stay?
The field of vision, fades beneath me now
And the spread for a million miles, in this gray town

And the weight of glory, if you it in your hand
It would pass right through you, so now's your

you fall to pieces? Would you fall to pieces?
Would you fall to in the high countries?

We are just pilgrims of the great
I am to the light and I am captive to my own remorse

And the weight of glory, if you it in your hand
It would pass right you, so now's your chance

Would you fall to Would you fall to pieces?
Would you fall to in the high countries?

You drink the cup to the bottom, but it burns in hands
The cup was poured out on the Maker
Out on the plains, I am but a ghost
Bound up with all that I mine still the light grows

Would you fall to pieces? you fall to pieces?
Would you fall to pieces in the countries?
Would you fall to pieces? Would you to pieces?
Would you fall to in the high countries?

In the countries in the high countries