Luyện nghe bài hát Losing Touch

Console me in my darkest
Convince me that the truth is always
Caress me in your chair
Conceal me the ghost you cast away

I'm in no hurry, you go run
And tell your friends I'm losing
Fill their with rumours of impending doom
It must be

Console me in my darkest
And me that you always hear my cries
I what you got conspired
I'm sure it was the consolation

I'm in no hurry, you go run
And your friends I'm losing touch
Fill the night with stories, the legend

Of how you got
But you made your way back
You your soul, like a Roman vagabond yeah

I you found a wishing well
In the
Console me in my darkest (in my darkest hour)
And you throw me

I'm in no hurry, you go run
And tell your I'm losing touch
your crown with rumours
Impending doom, it must be

But you made your way home
You your soul, like a Roman vagabond

And all that now you got lost, but you made way back home
You and sold your soul, an allegiance dead and gone
I'm losing