Luyện nghe bài hát The Cause

In the of
half-love you have left
For the days
you wake up
Or trace the plumb line to death
final scene
What is love, then, but to drag a deer by its horns
the passing lane
Just to drive on, to arrive or to escape
Not to someone

You belong to the
on, believe
Pull your heels the farthest
Corner you've in
You to us
You belong to the
You wrong, I meant no harm

We were young
We were wilder in our
In the race to
Now we've up
We no longer have our to sell
From the stage
Were you
You were never the kind to call me
you born afraid?
So on, carry all your desire to a flame
To an unnamed

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

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