Luyện nghe bài hát Samuel Aging

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

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

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

If a thousand could have been there shining
In the of a cold sleep
He mightve steered to a faith that was blinding
of stumbling 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...

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

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

and curses, bells and churches
Peeling bells the swells