Luyện nghe bài hát High Countries

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In the high countries in the countries