Luyện nghe bài hát Thistle & Weeds

Spare me judgments and spare me your dreams
'Cause mine have been tearing my seams
I sit alone in this winter which clouds my mind
in the wind and the rain you left me
It's getting darling, too dark to see
And I'm on my knees, and your faith in shreds, it

Corrupted by the simple of riches blown
I know you felt much more love than you've shown
And I'm on my knees and the water creeps to my

But plant hope with good seeds
Don't cover yourself with and weeds
Rain down, rain on me
Look your hills and be still
The sky above us shoots to
down, rain down on me

Oh I will on
I will on hope
Oh I hold on
I will hold on
Oh I hold on
I will on hope
I will on
I will hold on
I hold on
I hold on

I begged you to hear me, there's more than flesh and
Let the dead bury their dead, they will come out in
But take the spade from my hands and fill in the holes you've

your hope with good seeds
Don't cover yourself thistle and weeds
Rain down, rain on me