Luyện nghe bài hát The Cause

In the of
half-love you have left
For the olden
you wake up
Or trace the plumb to your death
Your scene
is love, then, but to drag a dead deer by its horns
From the lane
to drive on, neither to arrive or to escape
Not to save

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

We were once
We were in our boots
In the to fame
Now dried up
We no longer our youth to sell
From the penny
Were you
You never 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
Come on,
your heels from the farthest
Place carried you
You to us
You to the cause
You wrong, I meant no harm

shadows, back-battles
You have held in your lungs too
You searching, I was purchasing
A flight to old town
No martyrs, no
No loose wheels, no healer
No wise words, no birds
In our clothes, no rose