Luyện nghe bài hát The 107

107 pulled out of the
You said it would be on time time
Father Jim leaving was our choice
hope things will be different this time

Off in the distance, on the outskirts
Last time I saw them was the last I saw you
Man next to me had difficulty
Lights on the bend disappearing from

Signalman gave us last warning
Sky was so heavy it like a rock
Man turning he had difficulty breathing
Unfortunately by it was too late to stop

Surely we're wasting our time here
Now that we see it is slipping our hands
Better off our backs to the rain
Turning our to the matters at hand

Surely we're wasting our here alone
Now that we see it is slipping our hands
Better off our backs to the rain
Turning our to the matter at hand

Remember we said we were stop at nothing
Listen to no one, never back
Now the more we struggle the we sink
Once you have left you can go back
And the more we the deeper we sink
And the sky made of and our backs to the rain
And the sky of rock and our backs to the rain
And drawn up just to start all over
And the sky of rock and our backs to the rain
And making an and being drawn up again
And the sky made of rock and our to the rain