Luyện nghe bài hát Howling

January starts without 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 my heart beholds of me.

better days, are yet to come,
to silence fights, the drums.
the eloquent, the yet to know, the it hurt,
the will it

And although this rain has us quite long enough,
it's been months without the sleep to comfort us.
& can you hear the dogs? They're howling below.
It's a ground you can feel it,
but you will 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?"

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

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