Luyện nghe bài hát Howling

January starts much sympathy,
like every dog that's let loose right in front of me.

& this time year things will settle slowly,
like a of blood,
the fear my heart of me.

better days, are yet to come,
to fights, the beating drums.
the eloquent, the yet to know, the it hurt,
the it hold?

And although this rain has lasted us quite enough,
it's been several months without the sleep to us.
& can you hear the dogs? They're down below.
It's a ground you can feel it,
but you never know.

That days, are yet to come.
To silence fights, the drums,
the eloquence, the yet to know,
the "will it hurt?", the "will it hold?"

This won't satisfy me,
This fear bring me to the ground.
I know you're of hiding,
I you're aching to be found.
I know you're to be found.
I know aching to be-

This won't satisfy me,
This fear bring me to the ground
I know you're of hiding
I know you're to be found.
I know you're to be found.
I you're aching to be-