Luyện nghe bài hát Howling

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

& time next year things will settle 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 rain has lasted us quite enough,
it's several months without the sleep to comfort us.
& can you hear the They're howling down below.
It's a fervent ground you can it,
but you will know.

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

This won't satisfy me,
This fear bring 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-