Luyện nghe bài hát Spirit Cold

How do I my spirit cold?
We say when our history's told
If only we knew the we know
a question ages old

Let me easy, let me down slow
If all good things ever and go
Let me back down in a place I
the nail for the hammer stroke

Oh this my trash, my tome
Oh this my blood, my bone

How do I my dreams to mold,
To lay them in the morning cold?
If still out there then the chasm grows
For all you know, for all you've

Let me easy, let me down slow
If all things ever come and go
Let me down in a place I know
that nail for the hammer stroke

Oh my weapon, this my loam
Oh this my blood, this my

How do I wake my spirit
Most people die but others go
She's out there and the chasm grows
are the feet in the morning glow

Oh this my trash, my tome
Oh this my weapon, this my
Oh this my mountain, this is my

How do I my spirit cold?
a question ages old