Luyện nghe bài hát On Every Page

On every
When you tell them what I cannot say
when you shine upon the ghosts along my way
I drop the game of knives alone
there must be marks on every
the past to our home

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

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

I dont where i learned to dive
but I am humble for the rocks I try
and somehow I am lowered onto the
now you I feel the sun and the salt on my face

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