Luyện nghe bài hát This Is

These are the hands of a man,
This is the old shroud,
These are the of the blood crazed tiger...
at the maddening crowd,
This is the of a teenage mother,
is the child she bears,
This is the of her broken lover,
Searching for the she shared,
are the feet of the punished pilgrim
And in his book of love,
Tou see his eyes,
You see no surprise...
Waiting for a lie true.
Everybody hits you this feeling
Nobody seems to
You stop, you look...
searching for the meaning
Wasting your life
are the dreams of a sleeping father
And in his lost days,
He a child...
He his eyes...
Waiting for the price he's
These are the of a fallen idol,
And in his smile of love,
You see his eyes...
You see no surprise...
You just see lights then
with you
No one but you
No one but you
Nobody touches you
You...
Nobody moves you
But everybody you
knocks you down
These are the of a punished pilgrim
And to the book he
You see his
You see no
You just see lights you realise