Luyện nghe bài hát Holding On To Good

Baby, Im not
Im just holding on to
Its still early, its still more I should
Im off to
Im gonna my mamas boots
We may be parted, but that cut us at the roots

in the morning, in the morning
Sometimes I think about the way you me
In the morning, in the
Sometimes I think about the way you me

Its in November
The are turning on the limbs
The colors brightest just before the thin
And, yes, I remember
But I am to begin
I met a new and Im growing into him

But in the morning, in the
I think about the way you held me
In the morning, in the
Sometimes I think about the way you me

I see a new flag rising on an old
A shotgun fired in the firing
Ill let the snow keep falling till my is white
I dont need your hand

But in the morning, in the
Sometimes I about the way you held me