Luyện nghe bài hát High Countries

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

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

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

We are just of the great divorce
I am witness to the light and I am captive to my own

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

Would you fall to Would you fall to pieces?
Would you to pieces 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 green plains, I am but a
Bound up with all that I call still the light grows

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

In the high countries in the high