Luyện nghe bài hát Spirit Cold

How do I my spirit cold?
We always say when our history's
If we knew the things we know
There's a question old

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

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

How do I my dreams to mold,
To lay them bare in the morning
If they're still out then the chasm grows
For all you know, for all known

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

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

How do I wake my cold?
Most people die but just go
She's still out there and the grows
Steady are the feet in the morning

Oh this my trash, this my
Oh this my weapon, my loam
Oh this my mountain, is my home

How do I wake my spirit
There's a ages old