Luyện nghe bài hát Lost in Translation

He lost on a rainy Monday
the storm gathered at the door
It would take him a of Sundays
To get what he had before
Knocked down, out
Not sure what life's
All his hopes are reduced to
All his future

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

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

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

The first little step was and daunting
The after that was harder still
He knew he was but he kept on going
'Cause the flavor of defeat is the pill

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

And the blows
And the wind

Lost in
From to town to nation
the ancient
As time rewards the

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

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

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

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 have a choice of standing still

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

Rounded
back up
Polished,
with love

And the wind
And the wind