Luyện nghe bài hát Mustard Seed

Hill up the road, gathering thoughts never adding the way I want
Sweet show me through the Indian paintbrush
was

Cursed upon me, a mustard seed was good enough for him and good to me

Or after all, I shake my magic 8 ball, it's bubbling
And the brisk walking heartbeat tire me, it keeps me strong
was

Cursed upon me, a mustard was good enough for him and its good enough to me
Pillar of salt, of black
Killer of thought, my back
you were wrong and said they would laugh and I'm trying to be humble about it

I like the rain, I like going the grain
Seems to me I'm out a simple pattern

---she was

Hill up the road, watching my thoughts chase other
Sweet show me the faith cursed upon me

--she walked

No, leave this habit...

Earth, fire, air
In the open eye,
You are my sacred pet, all my killing time
with me in candlelight
Dust the cobwebs in my

No, won't leave habit

Follow, sit, heal, lay
You will stray, familiar
You can't hide, your is blind
I you by my side

No, won't leave this

if we take the best of each other
Even if I hate to see you own
Even if we make the worst of other
Even if we play a game one another
familiar

Earth, fire, water, air
In the open mind,
Scratch the surface, you're in too
Bite the that's feeding me

No, won't this habit

if we take the best of each other
Even if I hate to see you own
Even if we make the worst of other
Even if we a game with one another
It's