Luyện nghe bài hát Slow Cruel Hands of Time

The of time, getting stuck in my mind,
There's a to row.
Two later, back in my neighbourhood,
everythings just dull.
Still the same, they remember my name,
in for a cup full.
There's big man, I use to rumble with him,
Back in school.

The slow hands of time,
Turn you in to molten or mud.

The on the ride, you can stop for awhile,
out for the policeman.
There's no street lamps, three buildings,
And one of vacant.
It's all day, the packs feeling heavy,
And enough.
Backwards down the mountain, the is grinding,
Pull in to the drive.

The sky is in the yard,
Street cotton in the fall.

kind they're hard to fall,
Long times, I don't it at all.
done this so long, it's something I ought to know.
So long.

Finally up, all the pieces disrupted, and the fly.
for a moment, the Sheriff's department, got the wrong guy.

The towns below.
wind, through the fog.

Slow cruel of time,
Turning you back a child.

by: Matthew Sorge