Luyện nghe bài hát Howling

January without much sympathy,
like every dog that's let loose right in front of me.

& this time next year will settle slowly,
a rush 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 will it

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

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

This night won't me,
This won't 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 know you're to be-

This night satisfy me,
This fear bring me to the ground
I you're scared of hiding
I you're aching to be found.
I you're aching to be found.
I know you're to be-