Luyện nghe bài hát Slow Cruel Hands of Time

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

The slow hands of time,
you in to molten lava 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 taken all day, the feeling heavy,
And enough.
Backwards the mountain, the axel is grinding,
in to the wrong drive.

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

Slow they're hard to fall,
times, I don't want it at all.
I've done so long, it's something I ought to know.
So long.

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

The towns below.
wind, through the fog.

Slow hands of time,
you back into a child.

Transcribed by: Sorge