Luyện nghe bài hát If There Are The Thigns

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

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

I have nightmares
And up with cold sweat
through my pores

Why don't I dream

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

Why I dream anymore

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

We lose our
our trust
Yes we our innocence
To forget our sorrow and our pain
We old memories
But dreams are life's worth living for

I I could dream
Once

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 I dream anymore

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

I've to tell myself
all for the best 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 trees bear
I have to pick them before fall
I finally one
I hold it in my
I it up
rotten to the core

Why don't I dream

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

I want anymore