Luyện nghe bài hát High Countries

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

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

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

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

And the weight of glory, if you held it in your
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 countries?

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 with all that I call mine still the grows

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

In the countries in the high countries