Luyện nghe bài hát Wasted Words

There are days when sorrow never-ending
Like the countless roads which I've driven
The price of in pursuit of dreams
That I so often seem to remember
Yet there are days when cannot be contained
It even crawls out from ordinary things

A foreigner, no to go
Holding on, making the
Of what little time I

All the wasted I said
In all the that I left
The last act of our play
not close with regret

I will not leave whishing I had done differently

The moments I are delsom the ones
That I for
And if I knew where pain hid I still let it go
So when the has run toward the latest drift
It will be my time to the life that I have set

A in my own home
Holding on, no to go

All the words I said
In all the cities that I
The act of our precious play
not close with regret (regret)
All the words

Some the line between peace
And pain more like blur
But I with certainty
I can't wishing, I cannot leave
I can't leave I'd done things differently