Luyện nghe bài hát Lost in Translation

He lost on a rainy Monday
When the storm at the door
It would take him a of Sundays
To get back what he had
Knocked down, out
Not sure what life's
All his are reduced to nothing
All his future

The to the left looks dark and daunting
The road to the right is an hill
The in the middle still scares him a little
But he doesn't have a choice of standing

He up to the heavens
"This my design
There must have been an
There must have been grave mistake"
And struggling second
was and sublime
he found his character
Wherein he he couldn't break

The cold on a rainy Monday
Slumped down with his in his hands
Never so crushed or humbled
Overwhelmed by demands
No hope, no
back where he began
Could have sworn that the sky was
Couldn't it in his hands

The little step was dark and daunting
The second that was harder still
He he was slowing but he kept on going
'Cause the flavor of is the bitterest pill

He cried up to the
"This wasn't my
There must have been an
There must have some grave mistake"
And every second
was and sublime
he found his character
Wherein he found he couldn't

And the wind
And the wind

in translation
From shire to town to
the ancient
As time rewards the

Now time for you to forget
Your glory
Now it's time for you to
Another

Maybe a
A guide, a clerk, a
Or a writer
A king, a star, a

Now time for you to forget
Your distant
Now it's for you to fulfill
story
And it's not about the you go
It's what learning
And all about the way you grow
the journey

The road to the left looks and daunting
The road to the right is an endless
The in the middle still scares him a little
But he doesn't have a choice of still

He cried up to the
"This my design
There must have an error
There have been some grave mistake"
And struggling every
was and sublime
he found his character
Wherein he found he couldn't

Rounded
Built up
Polished,
Filled with

And the wind
And the wind