Luyện nghe bài hát Middle of June

Time is a cold wind blowing through the
Of a tired, old tree I sit
Where I about the world and I don't know how,
will happen to us now?

And is a ladder up to the clouds,
that I'm wishing I could climb but I don't how
So you lend me a hand to the promised land,
I'm headed, glory bound

And it comes and it
Where it's headed, no one
And we and we go
All the saints and the liars, sitting by the
What will to us now?

And hatred is a sharp held by the blade,
it's cutting in palm til you feel no pain,
And burning in eyes with a righteous rage,
til the ashes away

is a thing that you can't define,
Though you try with all your
the riddles and rhymes
But it'll fly you a kite,
throw you to the ground
But that's the best thing I have

And it comes and it
Where it's headed, no one
And we and we go
the winter and the spring,
Losing everything just to it back again

But oh, how is the middle of June