Luyện nghe bài hát Lake Winona

hold my own i won't, i
pull the rope to keep close, keep
won't you rest, place your hand on my chest, oh

i see an old man, an old man
with painted blue black, blue black
harvest of plans with your leaned back, oh

the lake was with light, with light
a spark you heard from inside,
and it called you near, erased my fears for the

won't you make your home with me in my
you made from my bones, for me for my arms