Luyện nghe bài hát Samuel Aging

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

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

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

If a thousand could have been there shining
In the of a cold sleep
He mightve been steered to a faith was blinding
Instead of in his own defeat

I think you said too

Theres always something there you

Your sentence five 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 the work he went 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 yourself through to the your planning
Riding on insight.

and curses, bells and churches
Peeling bells the silence