Luyện nghe bài hát Lost

This is the of the planes in the night
Coming out of the darkness and into the
alarmingly, curiously bright

This is the sound of those murderous
The marching of footsteps, the of thumbs
Over and again, here it comes

Were
(Baby, come again, let me fall)
lost
(Baby, come again, it all)
Were

Tell me the story when you were young
I to hear it again
Leave in the where the hero gets stung
I to savor it, I want to play it again

This is the sound of a first breath
The dying of footsteps, the touching of
To hold in your memory, to keep by your

Were lost, so