Luyện nghe bài hát On The Mend

The mice tell stories
turned blue
A crib song for the
figured out the ruse

Travelled 'round the world
To a story with no end
The dirt a nation
Forsaken, on the

I could say for a moment
It all perfect sense
No one posture
Nothing heaven
Hold the hand leads you
There's no God to
matters moves around us
In the air we

There's left to sit
It's the dirt ground or a broke down
Four walls and a
They say the house that Jesus
A knows the kindness
Of a at her end
In song she found
Forsaken, on the

I could say that for a
It all made sense
No unholy
heaven sent
Hold the hand leads you
There's no God to believe
matters moves around us
In the air we

What moves around us
In the air we
In the air we