Luyện nghe bài hát Stranger to Himself

He was a to himself,
A spy in his own camp,
And his was his health,
All to the dust by his very own hand.

Yet his lingered still,
the draining of the sand,
But was the other side of the hill,
was the other man's land.

But we loved him, loved him just like would.
We loved him, loved him like no could,
And she loved him, loved him like a should.

Take care of an aching heart,
You never can it.
You know you are the master of art,
You'll realise that when you it fit.

Those orbs of are jading away,
No from these dances.
Yet bound to remember this one day,
are risks, and risks are chances.

You can run for cover, run for like a frightened hare,
Till it's all over, all over and no-one there,
'cause you discover, daren't discover that we really care.