Luyện nghe bài hát Snow

First light, city streets they are white and
Waiting on the tracks of the machines
This city's so
When the falls, just at dawn

Hey boy, how 'bout themselves?
This keeps fallin',
Think its never gonna
This so pretty

Got a cup-a-coffee and a Sunday
Table by the window, the ploughs in the road
This so pretty

Foreign ships in the
sailors from the sea
Walk the streets of
on Beacon Street
This so pretty

They are so far home
is deep and the road is long
Snow is deep and the road is
They're so far from

a stranger on the street, he 's way out of sorts
he says: Hey, mister, I up short,
you got any change, the Lord the giver I believe.
Small change to a stranger, on the street,
to a man who thought he'd never get beat.

Well a thousand ways
A man in the snow lost

They are so far home
Snow is deep and the road is
is deep and the road is long
So far from

There's snow the ocean,
snow upon the land.
Talk forgiveness
Help me
But I on tight
I do not let go
I these streets
I am in...

First light, city streets are and pristine
They're waiting on the of the dirty machines
light, city streets are white and pristine
are waiting.