Luyện nghe bài hát Middle of June

Time is a cold wind blowing through the
Of a tired, old tree I sit
Where I think about the world and I know how,
what will to us now?

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

And it comes and it
Where headed, no one knows
And we and we go
All the and the liars, sitting by the fire
What will happen to us

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

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

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

But oh, how pretty is the of June