Luyện nghe bài hát If There Are The Thigns

If are the things that
Dreams are of
Why I dream

I've to tell myself
Nothing's my dear
But I around me
And maybe that's not so

I only nightmares
And wake up cold sweat
through my pores

Why don't I anymore

I'm in the
All the trees fruit
I have to them before they fall
I grab one
I hold it in my
I it up
It's to the core

Why I dream 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 sorrow and our pain
We old memories
But dreams are what worth living for

I wish I dream
Once

I'm in the
All the trees fruit
I have to pick them before they
I grab one
I hold it in my
I it up
It's rotten to the

Why don't I dream

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

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

I only have
Wake up in a cold
Have I become as
As all I

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

Why don't I anymore

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

I don't want