Luyện nghe bài hát On Every Page

On every
When you just tell what I cannot say
when you just shine upon the ghosts my way
I drop the game of throwing alone
must be marks on every tree
from the to our home

Only the mayfly to tell me so
now here is august, drop your weight, let go
now midnight sun turns with northern lights
will I ever to feel what those blades were about?

In that sound of sighing, empty howl
and all the everloving in the line of your tries
ends forgotten and some others believed
whatever to the boy is now a tale for the seas
you know youre already young
like the grass to become
and free,
its all ever be

I dont remember where i to dive
but I am humble for the rocks I try
and somehow I am lowered the waves
now with you I the sun and the salt on my face

In that sound of sighing, that empty
and all the everloving bends in the of your tries
some forgotten and some others believed
whatever happened to the boy is now a tale for the
when you know youre young
the grass wither to become
and free,
its all well be