Luyện nghe bài hát To Live Is To Fly

Days up and down they come, rain on a conga drum
Forget most, remember some, turn them away.
is not enough, and nothing is too much to bare
Where you've been it's good and gone, all you keep is the there

Oh, to is to fly,
low and high
So the dust off of your wings
And the out of your eyes.

We all got holes to fill, them are all as real
Some fall on you like a storm, sometimes you dig own
The choice is yours to make, is yours to take
Some up on the sea, some toil upon the stone.

Oh, to is to fly,
low and high
So shake the off of your wings
And the sleep out of eyes.

Goodbye to all, my friends, it's to go again
of all the poetry and the picking down the line
I'll miss the sister beer, the bottom's low and the treble's
But it don't pay to think too much on the things you behind.

Oh, to is to fly,
low and high
So shake the dust off of your
And the out of your eyes.

Shake the dust off of your
And the out of your eyes.