Luyện nghe bài hát This Is

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