Luyện nghe bài hát Middle of June

Time is a cold wind blowing the leaves
Of a tired, old tree I sit
Where I think about the and I don't know how,
what will happen to us

And peace is a up to the clouds,
that I'm wishing I could climb but I know how
So you lend me a hand to the promised land,
I'm headed, glory bound

And it comes and it
it's headed, no one knows
And we and we go
All the saints and the liars, by the fire
will happen to us now?

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

Love is a thing that you define,
Though you try all your might
Through the and rhymes
But fly you like a kite,
It'll you to the ground
But the best thing I have found

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

But oh, how pretty is the middle of