Luyện nghe bài hát Vigil

Listen to me hear me out, if I could have your attention
quieten down for a voice in the crowd.
I get so confused I understand
I you feel the same way you've always wanted to say
but you don't get the chance, a voice in the crowd.
I don't know the anymore; it's not clear anymore
I can't tell right from wrong I just don't understand.
I was sitting thinking of exchanging a new world for old
like changing channels on the tv, or the we stand in to gold.
When I was young, my father told me just the bad die
at the just a little white lie
it was one of the but it hurt me the most
and the truth stung like in my eye
that the good guys must die
no reasoning no crimes and I never knew why
even now it makes me cry.
If somebody up there could they throw me down a line
just a little helping hand just a understanding
just some answers to the questions surround me now.
If there's somebody up there could they me down a line
just a little light to tell wrong from right
just some answers to the questions that I'm you
I keep a in a wilderness of mirrors
where nothing here is ever it seems
you stand so close but you understand it
for all that we see is not what it seems, am I
And you sit and talk revolution
but can you tell me just in command?
when you tell me the we are fighting
then I'll gladly and make plans
but for now only our t-shirts cry
and our voices are gagged by our
our are harnessed by knowledge
by the hill and the will to
and if that's not you believe
you let me know I'm not standing alone
that I'm not just a in the crowd
If there's somebody up could they throw me down a line
just a little helping just a little understanding
just a little understanding to the questions that I'm you
If there's somebody up there could they throw me down a
just a guiding light to tell wrong from right
just some answers to the questions that I'm you
I'll keep a vigil in a of mirrors
where here is ever what it seems
I'm scared to in case I draw attention from the powers
that preside over our and our lives
when they find what I want is the weapon, that is truth
Day by day getting louder
and day by day it's getting
but when I scream no more and I need reassurance,
I to the crowd.
(And the boy stood, and stared at the hill. And the hill back)