Luyện nghe bài hát The Cause

In the of
half-love you have left
For the olden
Would you up
Or trace the line to your death
Your final
What is love, then, but to a dead deer by its horns
From the passing
Just to drive on, neither to or to escape
Not to save

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

We were young
We were wilder in our
In the to fame
Now dried up
We no longer have our to sell
the penny stage
Were you
You were never the to call me yours
Were you born
So on, carry all your desire to a flame
To an unnamed

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

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