Luyện nghe bài hát Last Bitter Fruit

Sometimes in the of all situations
the best of all possible times
When the settles down
And the have lifted
Hand in hand we will the sunrise
A bolt sliced
the late summer skyline
Now a cool rain waits to fall
The are few
And the are many
Though their stories may never be
Now is no for harvesting hate
The last fruit on the vine
Were all in of a fountain of truth
Nothing will us this time
Well drink our tears run dry
The snow will fall
And sweeten the
a single red rose on the grave
If theres a face to all of our sorrow
a river it just runs away
We all a day
Weve committed to
And those always