Luyện nghe bài hát The Ridge 1. 1

The holy girl is our
She's the of us all
She can feel our eyes her
And the hope she will fall

On her left so and honey-sweet
Like a jealous friend
On her right such a steep and lonely climb
The threat of rejection
And the of her imperfections

She says she's near the end yet
And she no guarantees
comfortable with failure
And her blood may one day

And in her iodine
Her eyes recede and roll
She knows where nothing can reach her now
where you can see
Beyond where she to be

She the ridge
So glassy
You can't her now
You can't to her now
She's out again

One day she was a
She could touch the sun
She was held in the of the galaxy
And that child is her now

And in her moments
She'll show that afraid
Her hands reach out and at you
But she's falling
Falling further in the churning dark

She the ridge
So glassy
You can't her now
You can't to her now
She's closing off

Now walking slowly onward
the garden you can't know
Her dance so beautiful so
A madness in the snow

got a black hole in there with her
She's got the sun all in too
They're her partners in her dance
She's not aware of time past her
not aware of getting any further

She the ridge
So glassy
You find her now
You speak to her now
She'll never cry