Luyện nghe bài hát Sleeping Limbs

My are not waking up
They don't listen what the of me knows
And I'm counting down the I have left
listening while I'm holding my breath
I see you...

Cut it down, I will cut down
They tower me while I sleep
But I vent too much to just lay
pretending while I'm facing the ground

And these skies, my only
the point to this? There's no point to this (x2)

Hold on to me, on to my back
I'm falling down the hole much too
Even if the light pours in up over my head
Will I see it then, or pretend that I'm again.

And these skies, my only
What's the point to this? There's no to this (x2)

we all change with the morning (mourning?) after
But these tired hearts aren't fast enough
So can I ask you to me alone?
I'll help I am able to

Get up (x8)