Luyện nghe bài hát Slow Cruel Hands of Time

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

The slow cruel of time,
you in to molten lava or mud.

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

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

Slow they're hard to fall,
Long times, I want 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.
Trapped for a moment, the Sheriff's department, got the guy.

The towns below.
Visible wind, the fog.

cruel hands of time,
Turning you into a child.

Transcribed by: Matthew