Luyện nghe bài hát Little Victories

I press hand in mine however cautiously
I keep a smile to myself
And I lapse into the grasp of an overriding
And I get sick as I watch my interests fall into

This winter, so cold, creeping your arm
Stealth soldiers, around your palm
And harder, hard to understand
Little victories won around your hand

The sickness has taken through violent, blurted syllables
my mouth under my breath
The voice of pricking dread is insistent in my ears
My paranoia has by your gaze, so austere

This winter, so cold, around your arm
soldiers, creeping around your palm
I know it's harder, to understand
victories won creeping around your hand

I pinned crest to my chest
Hoping it start to look right

There was hushed talk of young boy's
Lying face down in the river, his hands used to like mine
I stand myself this morning, I am practically that boy
No to endure, ghostly insecure, pallid through lack of choice

This winter, so cold, creeping your arm
soldiers, creeping around your palm
I know harder, hard to understand
Little victories won creeping around your
Creeping your hands