Luyện nghe bài hát Lost in Translation

He lost faith on a Monday
the storm gathered at the door
It take him a month of Sundays
To get back he had before
down, knocked out
Not what life's about
All his hopes are to nothing
All his future

The road to the left dark and daunting
The road to the right is an hill
The road in the middle scares him a little
But he have a choice of standing still

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

The breeze on a rainy Monday
Slumped down with his in his hands
Never so crushed or humbled
by life's demands
No hope, no
Right where he began
have sworn that the sky was falling
Couldn't hold it in his

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

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

And the blows
And the blows

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

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

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

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

The road to the left looks dark and
The road to the right is an hill
The road in the middle still scares him a
But he have a choice of standing still

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

down
Built up
Polished,
Filled with

And the blows
And the blows