Luyện nghe bài hát If There Are The Thigns

If these are the things
Dreams are of
Why I dream

I've to tell myself
changed my dear
But I around me
And think that's not so

I only have
And wake up with cold
Coming my pores

Why I dream anymore

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

Why don't I anymore

If these are the that
Dreams are of
Why I dream

We our patience
our trust
Yes we lose our
To forget our sorrow and hide our
We lose old
But are what life's worth living for

I wish I could
Once

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

Why I dream anymore

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

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

I have nightmares
up in a cold sweat
Have I as corrupt
As all I

I'm in the
All the trees bear
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 dream

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

I want anymore