Luyện nghe bài hát Howling

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

& this time next year things will slowly,
like a of blood,
the fear my beholds 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 this has lasted us quite long enough,
it's been several without the sleep to comfort us.
& can you hear the dogs? They're down below.
a fervent ground you can feel it,
but you will 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 fear won't me to the ground.
I know scared of hiding,
I you're aching to be found.
I know aching to be found.
I know you're to be-

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