Luyện nghe bài hát If There Are The Thigns

If these are the that
Dreams are of
Why don't I

I've tried to myself
Nothing's changed my
But I look me
And think that's not so

I have nightmares
And wake up with cold
Coming through my

Why don't I anymore

I'm in the
All the bear fruit
I have to pick them before fall
I grab one
I it in my hand
I it up
It's rotten to the

Why don't I anymore

If these are the things
are made of
Why don't I

We our patience
our trust
Yes we lose our
To forget our and hide our pain
We old memories
But dreams are what worth living for

I I could dream
Once

I'm in the
All the trees fruit
I have to pick them before they
I finally one
I it in my hand
I it up
rotten to the core

Why I dream anymore

If are the things that
are made of
Why I dream anymore

I've tried to tell
It's all for the my dear
But I look me and think
Maybe not so

I only have
Wake up in a sweat
I become as corrupt
As all I

I'm in the
All the trees fruit
I have to pick before they fall
I finally one
I it in my hand
I it up
It's rotten to the

Why don't I anymore

If these are the that
are made of
If these are the things
Dreams are of
If these are the things
Dreams are of

I don't want