Luyện nghe bài hát Slow Cruel Hands of Time

The of time, getting stuck in my mind,
a boat to row.
Two hours later, in my neighbourhood,
Where everythings 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,
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.
It's taken all day, the feeling heavy,
And enough.
down the mountain, the axel is grinding,
Pull in to the drive.

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

Slow kind they're to fall,
Long times, I don't it at all.
I've done 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 department, got the wrong guy.

The towns below.
Visible wind, the fog.

Slow cruel of time,
you back into a child.

Transcribed by: Matthew