Luyện nghe bài hát Low Season

They found me my head on my chest
In too deep of a
He made good on a dream
He rather sleep it

Back in a low season
I don't think I like I am going

They found me in a grave of stitches
still wet from wading ditches
He overslept in this
An awkward wheel that around

They found me with a list in my
Of all I'd do given the chance
He waited for what the world bring
But the never owed him a thing