Luyện nghe bài hát Life Itself

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

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

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

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

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

And to life itself, over me
Life itself, the wind in the elms
itself, in your heart and in your eyes
I make it without you

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

Life itself, itself
Life itself, life