Luyện nghe bài hát Samuel Aging

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

You bestow your on the heads of the living
His words are a soft bell
to the dead voice and the silence that is ringing
Like an echo in a 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 awake

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

I think you too much

Theres always there behind you

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

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

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

Spells and curses, bells and
Peeling bells the silence