Luyện nghe bài hát I Know How You Got Old

Read the play in the
Thought a lot God's role in suffering
And all...all of the of times.

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

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

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

I strained to what you said
To remember the last couple lines you
And grinned...grinned the grace of a saint

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

I how you got old.