Luyện nghe bài hát Three Days Old

The poetry of this
I don't want to think, not anyway
The scenery and fish, bad
another breath, another look and swallow

Holding the hand of hard times and
Yeah, it could be worse, my star fall
It could

Pacified by little things, tones of beige and
Seem to a scream in waiting
All red eyes, all heads
No one says I can hear
Down here on the floor where I

Too to find the horses
Too young causes
I get
And I feel three old

day goes and fails
The people lose
Just 'cause things are slow
Your coat has left you
Just when you're the wind, the cold

And then comes a rain of old
That always have to my high
And bring me down, me down

You and I are not the same, you like
Arms in a spin, blown by things I've hated
I've faded, to the point where
I'm not all there, curled up on the floor where I

Too young to the horses
Too young causes
I get

You and I are not the same, you like
Arms wave in a spin, by things I've hated
I've faded, to the point where
I'm not all there, curled up on the floor I belong

Too to find the horses
Too young causes
I'm
I'm over my head, in my head
I passed out the line
Feel three days old