Luyện nghe bài hát My Way Home

The beauty of a living
is not the that go into it,
but the that they were put together.

him to hate.
to not for himself
but for the he see's around.
For the and children,
the helpless, the broken, and his country down.
the seas are rough, his high, so start the storm and watch him die.
and let it ride, let it
til it all falls down and there's left.

i know my way back
in you alone.
and distant lights it clearer.
i'm for the morning star.

him to fear.
a fear of the unknown, a fear of there alone
until he thinks he can't it.
bend and he'll break and
as a coward he roam,
i don't wanna fight but sometimes i do.
i'm practi- cally dragging the into the room.
is this more than you prepared to commit to?

the seas are rough, his tension's high, so start the and watch him die.
and let it ride, let it ride til it all falls down and nothing left.

I my way back home resides in you alone.
and distant make it clearer.
i'm searching for the star.

The of a living thing
is not the that go into it,
but the that they were put together.
(The battle's starting, the fight begins; with bravery, now he's running in. He doesn't fight to kill,
to defend.)

i my way back home, resides in you alone.
and distant lights it clearer.
i'm ing for the morning star.
the war is over, the ends, his bravery did not bend.
(i wanna fight, but sometimes i do.) i don't wanna fight.
one last hymn.
let's start again, let's again. let's start again,
let's start again. let's start again, let's again.
let's again, let's start again.