Luyện nghe bài hát Losing Touch

Console me in my darkest
Convince me the truth is always grey
Caress me in velvet chair
Conceal me from the ghost you away

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

me in my darkest hour
And tell me that you always my cries
I wonder you got conspired
I'm sure it was the consolation

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

Of how you got
But you your way back home
You sold your soul, like a Roman yeah

I heard you a wishing well
In the
me in my darkest hour (in my darkest hour)
And you me down

I'm in no hurry, you go run
And your friends I'm losing touch
Fill your with rumours
doom, it must be true

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

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