Luyện nghe bài hát Saw It Coming

How fast the maples turn yellow
and light our walk in the
To live is to a journey
from the roots to the outer

The story end
when the falls asleep
And everything is
like tears to a

I've been counting my
in phase the beating of my heart
It's losing it's
I'm my spark

the cradle to ash
From the present to the
an infant to an elder
I held the beat of my drum for as as I was able

Life was a book in
the things came first
but the last was
the that i found comfort in

The mist will take me
and we all knew that it
I almost it to happen
although it's not I should

wish for to come
useful to be
where I'm again
a place for old to see

You to visit my bed
Said you missed my
a piece of the puzzle
had just and gone

Life was from my bones
and I could see in eyes
that you've have been of stones
and what to write on

But as has come to
take what it
I can't help to about
things I've

and all ambitions I
never had time to
And looking at it, honestly there were a lot
I guess no one's ever satisfied with what got

been thinking of stones

I'm still my breaths
but i can hear the beating of my heart
counting my breaths,
inhale

So now I'm at the bottom of my troubled
with a pocket of borrowed time

I'm still down this mountain path
but now I've reached the end
And as I sit down on this mound of failures and old
while the last rays warm my face
the same words keep ringing in my
we never have time

And so it
drilled a hole within in my dreams
and i fell
And so it
is no cure for this disease
and all sick

You find me inte the past