Luyện nghe bài hát Samuel Aging

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

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

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

If a thousand chandeliers could been there shining
In the country of a cold
He been steered to a faith that was blinding
Instead of in his own defeat

I you said too much

Theres something there behind you

Your dead 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 tongue was dry, his were moist and red.
Exhuasted the work he went and laid down
and the read and the writing read

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

Spells and curses, and churches
bells the silence swells