Luyện nghe bài hát Morning Mist

afraid to my eyes.
of facing the day.

Mist of the is fading,
while burn in my bones.
Horror of the pain.

ago I had plans,
what to do my life.
But now it all is so futile.

Oh.. again my come true
and are out of effect.
To the I must reconcile.

The of my desperation,
if I wouldn't be to Christ.
Would even be than now.

My is to wake one morning
without tears of pain.
Oh.. why I just die?

The of my desperation,
if I be heading to Christ.
even be darker than now.

My dream is to wake one
without tears of pain.
Oh.. why can't I just