Luyện nghe bài hát Waiting for Your Love

With the in your arms
In a cold
And all your charm
Full of northern

You find yourself on knees
Praying on Robson Street
In an old
You wear your hands like a thief
A ghost of you to be
you fell
Waiting for love to take you home

your old Montana home
You travel until
From the pavement of your sorrow
The of your wealth

You cross the line and speak
bluebirds on the cheek
In the morning
The sing to a callused spell
Every you lose yourself
The you became
for your love to take you home

After all crooked miles
sorrow deep and wide
We're here for just a
see you on the other side

Underneath some piece of
Down on Culfax
We'll alone
We'll talk of things that die
With your filthy hand in
as a stone
Waiting for our love to take us