Luyện nghe bài hát Samuel Aging

Samuel Aging was from Spokane
around the corner from the church
Just above his temples he was
him pray, hear him pray

You bestow your blessing on the of the living
His words are a soft bell
Listen to the dead and the silence that is ringing
Like an echo in a dying

He dipped his pen in ink and stayed up
half night and the following day
Breathing smoke and doing
And to stay awake
To awake

If a thousand chandeliers could have there shining
In the country of a cold
He mightve steered to a faith that was blinding
of stumbling in his own defeat

I think you too much

Theres something there behind you

Your sentence dead five times it hit the ground
and it the and it sounds like...

he raked his eyes and read what he had laid down.
His tongue was dry, his eyes moist and red.
Exhuasted from the work he and laid down
and the writing and the writing read

Run walk or stagger to you old hanging
It doesnt if it feels right
Funnel through to the world your planning
on your insight.

Spells and curses, bells and
Peeling bells the swells