Luyện nghe bài hát High Countries

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In the high countries in the high