Luyện nghe bài hát Waiting For The Flood

Many times world has been my playground
An field of images, not too profound
I'll let you read the lines
If you can
Part of someone's grand of
Sainthood, childhood...slipping our fingers...

it is in black and white for you to shout out loud
But all those empty promises sow more seeds of doubt
Let my smother you in heartache
It freezes like the venom from a

It really doesn't matter now, the end be the same
It really doesn't matter how the will rise again
There's nothing you can do to stop the flowing blood
The betting man has his hand
waiting....waiting

Look for me in material
I live and breathe and spiritual escape
You'll me in the films and in the theaters
the minds of novelists and orators

It really doesn't now, the end will be the same
It really doesn't matter how the world will again
There's nothing you can do to the river flowing blood
The betting man has his hand
He's waiting for the

You walked me before, you know
crossed this land before, you know
You've with me before, you know
You held my before, you know

It really doesn't matter now, the end will be the
It really doesn't how the world will rise again
There's you can do to stop the river flowing blood
The man has played and we're just
Waiting for the

You've me too far
And it's too to turn around
You've me too far
To the world from being drowned
nothing you can do
To stop the river flowing
The betting man has played and just
Waiting for the

waiting
We're waiting...waiting for the
waiting
We're waiting...waiting for the
waiting