Luyện nghe bài hát Samuel Aging

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

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

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

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

I think you said too

Theres always something behind you

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

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

Run or stagger to you old lifes hanging
It doesnt matter if it right
Funnel yourself through to the world your
Riding on insight.

Spells and curses, bells and
Peeling the silence swells