Luyện nghe bài hát Slow Cruel Hands of Time

The bidding of time, getting in my mind,
a boat to row.
Two hours later, in my neighbourhood,
everythings 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 cruel hands of time,
Turn you in to molten 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.
taken 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,
cotton candy in the fall.

Slow they're hard to fall,
Long times, I want it at all.
I've done this so long, it's I ought to know.
So long.

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

The reveal below.
Visible wind, the fog.

Slow hands of time,
Turning you back a child.

Transcribed by: Sorge