Luyện nghe bài hát Lost in Translation

He faith on a rainy Monday
When the storm at the door
It would take him a of Sundays
To get what he had before
down, knocked out
Not sure what about
All his hopes are to nothing
All his insecure

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

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

The cold breeze on a rainy
Slumped with his head in his hands
felt so crushed or humbled
Overwhelmed by life's
No hope, no
back where he began
Could have that the sky was falling
Couldn't it in his hands

The little step was dark and daunting
The second after that was harder
He knew he was slowing but he on going
'Cause the of defeat is the bitterest pill

He up to the heavens
"This my design
There have been an error
There must have been some mistake"
And every second
was pointless and
he found his character
Wherein he found he break

And the blows
And the wind

Lost in
From shire to to nation
Fulfilling the
As time the patient

Now it's time for you to
Your distant
Now time for you to fulfill
Another

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

Now it's for you to forget
distant glory
Now it's time for you to
story
And not about the place you go
what you're learning
And it's all about the way you
Along the

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

He up to the heavens
"This my design
There must have an error
There must have been grave mistake"
And struggling every
was and sublime
Wherein he his character
Wherein he found he break

Rounded
back up
Polished,
with love

And the blows
And the blows