Luyện nghe bài hát Reaching

There's a time I can
Four years old and three feet
Trying to the stars and the cookie jar
And were out of reach

And on in my high school
It seemed to me a cruel
How the right to say always seemed to stay
out of reach

Well, I not have thought it strange
That causes growing pains
'Cause the more we learn the we know
We don't know

But still it a tragic fate
Living with this ache
The constant strain for remains
out of reach

We are for the future
We are for the past
And no matter what we have we for more
We are desperate to
What is just beyond our
But maybe that's what is for

There are times I can't
Dressed up in my best
Trying not to squirm and to maybe
A bit of what the preacher

And later lying in the
I a stirring in my heart
And though I longed to see what not be seen
I still

I guess, I think it odd
we see the face of God
The yearning deep within us us
more to come

So when we taste of the
It leaves us every time
For one more taste of awaits
Heaven's Gates are reached

We are reaching for the
We are for the past
And no what we have, we reach for more
We are to discover
What is just our grasp
But maybe that's Heaven is for
I believe that's what is for

There's a I can recall
Four old and three feet tall
Trying to the stars and the cookie jar
And were out of reach