Luyện nghe bài hát I Know How You Got Old

Read the play in the
Thought a lot about role in suffering
And all...all of the of times.

I the news in July
Had no symptoms, the reasons why
All...all of lost, sacred rhymes were lies.

I had imagined it which reasons to use
But winter brought nothing but all the bad news we could
Could bear

Heard voice through the glass
you standing at every slow street I passed
And then...then I was alone.

I strained to think you said
To remember the last couple you read
And grinned...grinned with the of a saint

I had imagined the best way to deal the blow
We on the lawn and we sang in the snow
How I God to know

I how you got old.