Luyện nghe bài hát Howling

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

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

Your days, are yet to come,
to fights, the beating drums.
the eloquent, the yet to know, the it hurt,
the will it

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

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

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

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