Luyện nghe bài hát Middle of June

Time is a cold blowing through the leaves
Of a tired, old I sit beneath
Where I think about the world and I 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 would you lend me a to the promised land,
where I'm headed, 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
What will to us now?

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

Love is a thing that you define,
Though you try with all might
Through the riddles and
But fly you like a kite,
throw you to the ground
But that's the best thing I found

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

But oh, how pretty is the middle of