Luyện nghe bài hát I Know How You Got Old

Read the in the spring
Thought a lot about God's role in
And all...all of the of times.

I heard the news in
Had no symptoms, only the why
All...all of those lost, sacred rhymes lies.

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

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

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

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

I how you got old.