Luyện nghe bài hát The Cause

In the of
Whatever half-love you left
For the days
you wake up
Or trace the plumb line to death
final scene
What is love, then, but to drag a dead by its horns
the passing lane
Just to on, neither to arrive or to escape
Not to save

You to the cause
Come on,
Pull heels from the farthest
you've been in
You to us
You belong to the
You were wrong, I no harm

We were young
We wilder in our boots
In the to fame
Now dried up
We no longer have our youth to
From the stage
you mine?
You were the kind to call me yours
Were you born
So carry on, carry all your desire to a
To an unnamed

You to the cause
on, believe
Pull your heels from the
Place they've you
You to us
You to the cause
You were wrong, I meant no

Black shadows,
You have in your lungs too long
You searching, I was purchasing
A flight to old luck
No martyrs, no
No wheels, no healer saints
No wise words, no embroidered
In our clothes, no parades