Luyện nghe bài hát Samuel Aging

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

You bestow your on the heads of the living
His are like a soft 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 and the following day
Breathing smoke and coke
And fighting to stay
To stay

If a chandeliers could have been there shining
In the of a cold sleep
He mightve been steered to a faith that was
Instead of stumbling in his own

I think you said too

Theres always there behind you

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

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

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

Spells and curses, and churches
Peeling the silence swells