Luyện nghe bài hát To The Surface

reaching hands- down i see it twist to nothing torn from
what it meant, cou from extence...my fingers bleed, but reaching are not weak the light the tonce burned so bright, has now
been cast a dismal grey. fighting to keep the alive, i cannot left
it end this way...i`m held- in the arms of the few! i in a line with
the skared, breaking my vow. i swear to you. A rise of
strong, a vision to wich it belongs. purty of the
mind and body, to keep the moving on ...