Luyện nghe bài hát Thanksgiving

Somehow I find far out of line
the ones I had drawn
Wasn't the best of paths, you could to that,
but I'm on.
Would our paths if every great loss
had out our gain?
Would our paths cross if the it had cost us
was paid in
There was no pot of gold, hardly a
my way
But I be true to the red, black and blues
colored those days.
I owe my soul to fork in the road,
misleading sign.
'Cause even in solitude, no bitter
can dissolve my find
Thanksgiving for wrong move that made it right.