Luyện nghe bài hát Samuel Aging

Samuel Aging Spalding was Spokane
Right around the from the church
Just above his he was balding
him pray, hear him pray

You bestow blessing on the heads of the living
His are like a soft bell
Listen to the dead voice and the silence is ringing
an echo 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 could have been there shining
In the country of a cold
He mightve been steered to a faith that was
of stumbling in his own defeat

I think you said too

Theres something there behind you

Your sentence five times before it hit the ground
and it the ground and it like...

he raked his eyes and read 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 read

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

and curses, bells and churches
Peeling bells the swells