Luyện nghe bài hát Life Itself

We met down in the valley, where the wine of love and destruction
There in that curve of darkness where the flowers of grow
I left the rest for the it was you and nothing else
You so good to me, baby, as good as life itself

You life itself, rushing over me
itself, the wind in the black elms
Life itself, in heart and in your eyes
I make it without you

I knew you were in trouble, and could tell
You carried your little black book from which all your secrets
You squandered all your riches, your, your and your wealth
Like you had no further use for, for itself

You were life itself, rushing me
Life itself, the wind in the black
Life itself, in your heart and in eyes
I can't make it you

Why the that we treasure most slip away in time?
'Til to the music we deaf and to God's beauty blind
Why do the things that us slowly pull us apart?
we fall away in our own darkness, stranger to our own hearts

And to life itself, rushing me
Life itself, the wind in the black
Life itself, in your heart and in your
I make it without you

So here's one for the road, here's one to your
And to life itself, over me
Life itself, the wind in the black
Life itself, in heart and in your eyes
I can't make it you

itself, life itself
Life itself, itself