Luyện nghe bài hát Sand On The Fire

To catch your toes on
To stumble gold
To never fear day
'Til carries your ghost

To see the toil
On a of pale skin
To the perimeter
Smiling over every

I learned to think is not to do
To is not to follow through
With this stifled spirit barely keeping me
on the fire long before I die

To see your own
In the passing by
To see aging dreamer
Once with in rich supply

To clutch a branch of
Once straddled in your
'Til the tugs at your stem
No longer by the truth