Luyện nghe bài hát Lost in Translation

He lost faith on a rainy
the storm gathered at the door
It take him a month of Sundays
To get back what he had
down, knocked out
Not sure what about
All his are reduced to nothing
All his insecure

The road to the left looks dark and
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 still

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

The cold on a rainy Monday
Slumped down his head in his hands
Never so crushed or humbled
by life's demands
No hope, no
Right back he began
Could have sworn that the sky was
hold it in his hands

The first little was dark and daunting
The second after that was harder
He knew he was but he kept on going
the flavor of defeat is the bitterest pill

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

And the blows
And the wind

Lost in
shire to town to nation
Fulfilling the
As time rewards the

Now time for you to forget
Your distant
Now it's time for you to
story

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

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

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

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

Rounded
Built up
Polished,
with love

And the blows
And the wind