Luyện nghe bài hát Old Pine

Hot sand on toes, cold in sleeping bags,
come to know that memories
Were the best things you had
The summer beat down on bony backs
So far from home where the stood
Down and pine cone tracks

We slept dogs down by the fire side
Awoke to the fog all us
The boom of time

We
as the stars in the woods
So
And the warmth rang true inside bones
As the old fell we sang
to bless the morning.

Hot sand on toes, cold sand in bags,
I've come to know the around you
Are all you'll have
Smoke in my lungs, or the echoed
Careless and young, as the birds that fly
With souls now.

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We
Steady as the stars in the
So
And the warmth true inside these bones
We
as the stars in the woods
So
And the rang true inside these bones
As the old pine we sang
Just to the morning.

We grow, grow, as the morning
We grow, grow, still
We grow, grow, happy as a new
We grow, grow, older
We grow, grow, steady as the
We grow, grow, older
We grow, grow, happy as a new
We grow, grow, older