Luyện nghe bài hát Scar

What does this look to you?
A so fine you barely see
You have one like it too
A twisting vine, a so fine

'Cause I love you all I am
And you love me you are
As as a twisting vine
A mark so fine but still a

Fear plays dumb then the soul
Like a vagabond a fishing pole
He whistles but he sing
an awful tune but very soon

I find that I am too
And your window is like a
That I sit like a vagabond
Who wears his just like a scar

The blade of our fortune
Like a parade, it a path
shows on our foolish way
And darkness on our

If I you to save myself
And you me because we are
So to think that our parade
Could a path but not a scar

And I love you all I am
And you love me what you are
As as a twisting vine
A so fine but still a scar