Luyện nghe bài hát Samuel Aging

Samuel Aging Spalding was Spokane
Right around the corner the church
above his temples he was balding
Hear him pray, him pray

You bestow your blessing on the heads of the
His words are like a bell
Listen to the dead voice and the that is ringing
Like an in a dying well

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

If a thousand chandeliers could have there shining
In the country of a cold
He mightve been 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 before it hit the
and it the and it sounds like...

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

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

Spells and curses, bells and
bells the silence swells