Luyện nghe bài hát Low Season

They me with my head on my chest
In too deep of a
He never made on a dream
He rather sleep it

down in a low season
I think I like where I am going

They me in a grave made of stitches
Feet still wet from wading
He in this town
An awkward wheel that around

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