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 the world and I don't know how,
will happen to us now?

And peace is a up to the clouds,
that I'm wishing I could but I don't know how
So would you 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, by the fire
will happen to us now?

And is a sharp knife held by the blade,
it's cutting in palm til you feel no pain,
And burning in eyes with a righteous rage,
til the blow 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 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
Like the and the spring,
everything just to gain it back again

But oh, how pretty is the of June