Luyện nghe bài hát Waiting For The Flood

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

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

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 philosophy and escape
You'll find me in the films and in the
Through the of novelists and orators

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

You walked me before, you know
We've this land before, you know
talked with me before, you know
You held my hand before, you

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

You've me too far
And it's too late to turn
followed me too far
To stop the from being drowned
There's you can do
To stop the river blood
The betting man has played and just
Waiting for the

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