Luyện nghe bài hát To The Surface

reaching hands- cirkling down i see it twist to nothing from
what it meant, cou from extence...my fingers bleed, but reaching hands are not weak the light the tonce so bright, has now
been cast a grey. fighting to keep the voice alive, i cannot left
it end this way...i`m held- in the arms of the few! i walk in a with
the skared, never my vow. i swear to you. A rise of
commitment strong, a vision to it belongs. purty of the
mind and body, to keep the resistance on ...