Luyện nghe bài hát Reaching

There's a I can recall
years old and three feet tall
Trying to touch the and the cookie jar
And both out of reach

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

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

But it seems a tragic fate
with this quiet ache
The constant strain for what
Just out of

We are reaching for the
We are reaching for the
And no matter what we we reach for more
We are to discover
What is just our grasp
But maybe that's what is for

There are I can't forget
Dressed up in my Sunday
Trying not to and to maybe learn
A bit of the preacher preached

And lying in the dark
I a stirring in my heart
And though I longed to see what could not be
I believed

I guess, I shouldn't it odd
Until we see the of God
The yearning within us tells us
more to come

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

We are reaching for the
We are for the past
And no matter what we have, we for more
We are desperate to
What is beyond our grasp
But that's what 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 both out of reach